I used to dress in creamy gold,
The color of the morning sky
Now I dress in grey so cold,
Forever trapped in winter's sigh
I used to wear green grass as shoes
The soft brown earth beneath my feet
Now my toes are badly bruised,
Hardened asphalt makes them bleed.
I used to listen to the woods:
I loved to hear the creatures' calls
But hunters came into the woods
And killed the creatures, one and all.
I used to know the world I loved.
I used to know the morning sky.
I used to sing along with birds...
Now all my voice can do is cry.
Author notes
This is such a sad but true message...forgive me for depressing subject, but I sometimes want to rip down the buildings and industry I see. Some is good, but there /is/ such a thing as too much of a good thing. We have exceeded our limits.
When can we heal the damage we've done?
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Sad and meaningful poem, well worth the HM. We are both looking forward to your entries in the Finale.
Thanks for entering this and best wishes.
Jeff and Sue
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=] Yes, and thank you for the trophy. I will shine/polish it every day as it sits upon my shelf-of-honor-ness.
I'm absolutely insane. I'll watch for the finale! Thanks again!
-Vivian
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hey ghost... since you are so against that... they are planning to build some more condos in the field behind my house... there is a meeting on the 19th if you are intrested... me and my family are going to see what they have to say and to see if we can try to oppose it... it would mean alot to me if you would come... just let me know and maybe we can pick you up on the way there..
~Myriah
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A short, but wonderful poem with great rhyme, and fantastic flow. It sums up the contest wonderfully. Thank you for the great imagery in the caring poem.
Blessed be,
Billie Jean
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cool poem. i think that way too. but maybe that is just the cynic part of me.
Wonderful poem, Viv-e-kins. -
This is really sad
I used to know the world I loved.
I used to know the morning sky.
I used to sing along with birds...
Now all my voice can do is cry.
Very nice write though.Goodluck in the contest
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