A Wood Changes

w c

A Wood Changes

 

It was a fine little habitat

With saplings and meadow grass

A place for rabbits and quail

To hide as dogs ran past

 

The trees there slowly grew

To provide a bit of shade

And deer had acorns for food

At the edge where they stayed

 

The land became a forest

With trees mature and great

Where owls profited well

And where squirrels often played

 

Some men came along

With everything all cleared

Making landowners a little richer

Since the coal appeared

 

The stripped became a pasture

Where the land was reclaimed

With a pond stocked with fish

And cattle on the plain

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2018 22:25
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Clearing forests seem to be an obsession with people these days, no thought of the beauty and wonder of the natural world.

    • w c

      Thanks, Goldfinch. I've seen a lot of fine timber subject to strip mining. What a waste.

    • orchidee

      A fine write w c. There's thoughts in our town of building a bus lane that would destroy part of a riverside path. There are protests over it.

      • w c

        Thanks, orchidee. If the path is destroyed, it seems like there should be an equally valuable piece of land set aside for a park.

        • orchidee

          I agree w c. Some tracks through woods that are less well-worn are becoming a bit hidden now. looks like a jungle in places!



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