Industrial buildings
made of brick,
soon forgotten
rather quick.
Lasts for maybe
fifty years,
then nothing left
'cept souvenirs.
A concrete field
within the valley,
laying dormant
till world's finale.
* * * * *
No more smoke stacks
will there be,
just old decrepit
factory debris.
I long for the time
with no more tears,
though working hard
for a thousand years.
Then we'll produce
full Earthy yields
and restore God's
beautiful grassy fields.
J.A.Scott
Great poem! This is such a powerful statement:
ReplyDeleteA concrete field
within the valley,
laying dormant
till world's finale.
Thanks. It was inspired by my photo of the day today and reflecting back to my younger days when I would explore old abandoned buildings, laying in rubble heaps for many years. Lots once used for parking were now sprouting weeds and grasses. Left alone, the Earth has a fantastic ability to heal itself.
DeleteNot so sure that I wouldn't prefer those concrete gardens being usefully employed right now- along with the minions that can garner wages therefrom.
ReplyDeletePoint taken. Still, the poem illustrates the recuperative power of the Earth and the part we can all have in it.
DeleteI love this poem. I also look forward to when the earth is restored.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments.
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