Gone but not forgotten
The water meadow by the stream
where I was wont to sit and dream.
Has disappeared, replaced by
much less pleasing to my eye.
A street of brick red bungalows.
You can’t halt progress I suppose.
This used to be a pleasant place
of beauty now there’s little trace.
Developers just do not care
they’re building houses everywhere.
Despoiling every beauty spot
in search of any vacant lot.
Though city dwellers wish to live
Somewhere at least an hours drive
from the city where they strive.
I do not think I can forgive
Destruction of my riverside.
Now ugly bricks and mortar hide.
the water meadows where I dreamt.
I owe them nothing but contempt.
2-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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