Countryside (spoiled)
By smokejack
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Thorny hedges
Uncut grass
Smell of rain
And broken glass
Scattered by the road
A soaking piece of paper
Ink crawling off its edge
I see a single sparrow
Peeping through the hedge
It’s early in the morning
Slowly rises the mist
In amongst the nettles
Lies an empty bag of crisps
I cut through the field
Along the beaten path
A mother cow is wary
Standing next to its calf
Dandelions droop
As if hanging heads in shame
Flattened by a cider bottle
Whose brand I refuse to name
I reach the private lake
Where the reeds grow tall
I hear the throaty squeal
Of a moorhen’s call
As it swims out of sight
Small waves appear
Carrying a can of sprite
A Yew Tree seems to sigh
Water squelches beneath my boots
There’s a few empty fast food boxes
Surrounding the Yew Tree’s roots
There isn’t a takeaway for miles
I think about the throwaway life
Coffee cups and Red Bull cans
Supposedly energy suppling drinks
That can’t put life in the hands
Of the littering imbibers
Who can’t put their rubbish
Into a bin.
©JMcN2017
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I whole heartedly agree with
I whole heartedly agree with your poem, some humans should have more respect.
Jenny.
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My exact feelings and
My exact feelings and thoughts, I live rurally and wonder at the attitude of some, not are all young either I saw a woman in her 60s wind down her car window and throw a can of coke onto the road.
The couuntrside is beautiful and animal life fragile (and I could rant, on and on)
I loved the flow of this piece like a good paced walk taking in all the valid points.
Pops ~xx~
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Good poem and deserves the cherries
This has excellent potential, however I noticed a few lines could be trimmed to improve flow
for example:
It’s the early morning
Slowly rising in the mist
In amongst the nettles
An empty bag of crisps
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A few empty fast food boxes
Surround the Yew Tree’s roots
Also the last seven lines could be tidied up, especially the final statement, which seem out of sync. with the rest of the flow.
It maybe a helpful to the reader to put in some punctuation as well.
I hope you don't mind me "tinkering" with your excellent piece, but it spells such an important message it would be a pity not to "polish it until it shines."
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