CONSTRUCT

Michael Edwards

CONSTRUCT

 

The verdant rolling lands abut

the boundaries of man’s construct.

 

 Mills and  manufactories

 furnaces  and potteries

as steel stone and brick degrade

and sediment and soot invade.

 

The verdant rolling lands abut

the boundaries of man’s construct.

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 19th, 2021 02:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments6

  • Goldfinch60

    That verdant land is now suffering so much because of man's greed Michael.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Good write and pic M.
    I would not pinch these words, but could add them as a verse, slightly adapted, to my harvest theme hymn for today - if you wish?

    • Michael Edwards

      Please do Orchi - it'll be an honour.

      • orchidee

        Will do - though it's 99% the same words, you will see.

      • Fay Slimm.

        So good to read your engaging words again Michael and view your impressive art work - I do agree that those verdant hills are the best medicine for "man's construct" and ever will be. Warmest of wishes from Fay

        • Michael Edwards

          Thanks Fay - so good to see all the old names still here on MPS

        • dusk arising

          Taint a permanent boundary though is it. Looking around the perimeters of my city i see HUGE industrial units in what was pastureland two years ago.

          Where are we going?

          • Michael Edwards

            It's the same everwhere - and still they build tomorrow's slums.

          • Doggerel Dave

            Yes - reminds me a little of my last trip to the Old Country. I don't think I will return now - which may be just as well, as everything changes...

            Great to see you back, Michael.

            • Michael Edwards

              And great to be posting - but I'm still around - it's jusy with my wife being poorly my time is mostly spoken for.

            • Neville


              I used to struggle with certain constructs but you made everything fit perfectly mate .... well bloomin done and welcome back ............. N



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