The Trees and the Underbrush of Life

Posted on July 10, 2019 by admin

 

The Trees

THE TREES

and the underbrush of life

Today they came and cut out the underbrush,
The death knell has sounded and the bell has
Tolled for the squirrels, the raccoons, the crows,
jays, starlings, et al, who inhabit this little acre
soon to be gone, sold out to the highest
bidder, and gone with it all, the promised
park.

And gone, too, the shelter for the homeless
Ones who come and rest up there. Plus,
With it all, the view from my window.
Next, to be faced with a six-storey wall
Making way for Progress, but
Shutting out the people, the town, the
Sunrise – leaving me to live in its dark
And foreboding shadow.

Such a metaphor
For freedom
And life!
!
Progress…

–H. W. Bryce
—

Goodbye Nature, hello pavement…

So much more goes with it:

Memories, respect, promises, beauty, heritage,
All the aura, tranquility of this space and of this age.

Please excuse my indulgence. People need places to live, but they also need Nature, and I am assured that this land was dedicated as parkland.

The folks I talked to are so disappointed.

Image by junebab from Pixabay

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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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