Down among the weeds

By Parson Thru

Tue, 31 Mar 2020
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I’m down among the weeds and discarded trolleys, pushing through the bicycles, old tyres and prams. Digging in the mud for the remnants of hope.

The river has been poisoned. Too many years discharging effluent without a thought have rendered these waters too corrosive for life.

Across the county, beside the Rother and the Don, we see the lesson of the past:

Beauty takes its place behind the arc of the scythe.

Certificate U
Poem
Mortality Games
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Comments

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I thought the Don was pretty clean now. I remember passing over in on the A1 many times back in the 70's and it was tar black, but last time I saw it, about two years ago, it looked like a different river.

Not sure about what happened to the Rother

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Ed. I probably haven't made it very clear. Unintentional ambiguity. The worst sort. Both are clean now as far as I know. I remember orange suds blowing along one of them in the 70s. Though that might have been the Dearne. Brightside/Attercliffe way, so Don or Rother probably.

Unintentional greening/repopulation. We can still award ourselves medals.

Parson Thru