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Poems by Robin Mellor |
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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? |