Quillstring

Poems by Robin Mellor


 
Back To Nature

There is nothing left of the airfield
now they have planted trees,
and where the motorway used to wind
nothing but wild flowers and bees.

Every breath I take in the morning
is fresh and clean and pure;
and the huge layered piles of litter
seem to be getting fewer.

What will happen to the world we know
when all is turned to green?
When there is no more pollution
from our factories and machines?

When soft clouds alone fill the blue sky
and the sea is a clear white gem?
Oh what will become of the people?
What use will we have then?

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