by T S Campbell

Created on: February 01, 2009

"Progress"

The country road once flanked by trees

Lies scarred and bare in morning light.

No more will those majestic forms

Loom tall and dark throughout the night.

Their boughs embracing o'er the road

A cover would provide for me.

The sun could never penetrate

The green and leafy canopy.

But then men came and felled the trees

They came to strip the virgin wood.

Those mighty trees were naught to them;

They wouldn't save them if they could.

They left destruction in their wake,

Roots jutting out from piles of earth.

Hoarse cries of birds who mourned their homes

The wood now void of life and birth.

The road once peaceful and serene

Is raped and naked in the light

The stench of tar fills up the air

As workmen toil to "fix" it right.

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