awful warning

There’s very little wilderness left.
What passes for countryside
is carefully cultivated, manicured,
chemically treated and
managed for profit not for nature.

Wild is reduced to road verges,
beside the railway tracks,
and if the farmer allows,
a foot-wide headland round his fields.

Every city needs a lung of  wilderness,
left fallow, except for trees and meadow flowers,
so we can breathe and know what’s real
but if such a Shangri-La exists
it’s buried beneath the fly-tipper’s leavings.

sorry for the sad  poem today for Sally’s wild challenge


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7 Responses to Threnody

  1. Don’t be sorry – writers should write what they feel and feel what they write.

    I love this: a lung of wilderness

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  2. skyllairae says:

    I love this line: “Wild is reduced to road verges” Beautiful!

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  3. tialys says:

    It is depressing isn’t it? My husband leaves lots of uncultivated bits in our garden, piles of twigs, heaps of leaves, etc. for wildlife – well, that’s his excuse anyway 😉

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  4. thehutts says:

    Sad but true. But this is what the Wildlife Trusts’ #30DaysWild is all about – raising awareness and reconnecting people with our world so great poem!
    Thanks Mum

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  5. Misky says:

    Very sad indeed, and that’s why I have a big swathe of wild flowers under my apple trees. Good morning, Viv. 🌻


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