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)
- Published: July 1st, 2018 22:25
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Clearing forests seem to be an obsession with people these days, no thought of the beauty and wonder of the natural world.
Thanks, Goldfinch. I've seen a lot of fine timber subject to strip mining. What a waste.
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.
Thanks, orchidee. If the path is destroyed, it seems like there should be an equally valuable piece of land set aside for a park.
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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