Fast food packaging
Hits
the ground
As
a car passes
Paper
cups dance
In
the artificial breeze
As
a lorry passes
In
the shrubbery
Tin
cans and wrappers lie
As
a pedestrian passes
Tickets,
receipts, cartons
Bottles,
tins and old refrigerators
Each
successive piece surpasses
But
nature will overcome
Our
laziness and contempt
When
our tenancy passes
From the mountain high
On
the summit icy
It
begins to trickle
Toward
its destiny
Trickle
becoming stream
Very
quickly
Its
method brilliant
In
its simplicity
It
follows the path
Of
least resistance
In
its great race
To
go the distance
Growing
ever stronger
Under
gravity
Deeper
wider
And
ever more rapidly
A
great river now
Heading
for its destiny
And
it’s fulfilled
When
reaching the sea
We walk together hand in hand
As
we stroll across wet sand
The
sun sets, as the day grows old
Turning
silver seas to shining gold
We
continue our walk-in twilight
As
the moon illuminates the night
And
the stars adorn the heavens
The
sea breeze soon then freshens
Surf
moves higher up the shore
The gulls screech and scream
Swooping
above the cliff top
On
the waves below white horses ride
As
the tide surge is broken to a stop
Fishing
boats appear to dance
Driven
by the weather to the south
They
make slow progress in the swell
As
they bob towards the harbour mouth
As
the weather quickly closes in
The
gulls desert the cliff top
Making
their way inland to safety
Waiting
patiently for the storm to stop
The sheltered lowlands
In
valleys by the acre
Dusted
white as if
Sugared
by a cake decorator
A
picturesque fairyland
A
scene of pure delight
Viewed
through a window
You
avoid the winter’s bite
Trees
stripped bare
Dressed
now in ice and frost
Shiver
in the wind
Longing
for the summer lost
I got a new dog from Battersea
And
I have called him Jimbo
I
now take him to obedience classes
Where
they walk us to and fro
But
when he should be at heel
Jimbo
almost always runs away
And
then he comes bounding back
When
he is supposed to sit and stay
Then
when he’s walking on the lead
I
have to pull young Jimbo back
Or
he’s round and round my feet
Until
I end up lying on my back
We’ve
stopped going to the classes
And
I have a stick for him to chase
I
can forgive my Jimbo anything
When
he jumps up to lick my face
The fierce sun burned the land
Cracking
stone, bleaching bone
Drying
the rich earth to dust
To
be blown on the four winds
Or
washed away by unforgiving rains
So
infrequent in their coming
Unable
to penetrate the iron earth
Rain-washed
off the barren land
Like
it was a repellent oily hide
Leaving
it sterile and infertile
To
all but natures hardiest
Most
determined to cling to life
In
the fast-expanding wilderness
Beneath
rocks and stones life goes on
Insects
toil industriously on
While
un-germinated seeds bide their time
Until
nature smiles once more
On
this harsh and arid land
