Angela
04-Mar-07, 17:03
Daffodils No More
by Gorden J.L. Ramel..... "with due praise to W. Wordsworth"
I wandered lonely as a crowd
that floats down streets and avenues
my spirit darkened by a cloud
of toubles I could not refuse,
for I had looked for daffodils
and found but few in England's hills.
For butterflies, for birds I sought,
for all of nature's finest gems
that I had long ago been taught
bedecked the Pennines and the Thames,
caressed our valleys, blessed our moors
and danced by thousands on our shores
But what I found was barbed-wire fence
protecting repetitious fields
that offered up in self defense
statistics on their better yields
with ne'er a thought towards the cost;
that fragile beauty we have lost.
A poet could not help but sigh
on seeing how the world is changed
and ask himself, or God on high,
why humankind is so deranged
it can destroy, for such poor ends,
the world on which its life depends.
by Gorden J.L. Ramel..... "with due praise to W. Wordsworth"
I wandered lonely as a crowd
that floats down streets and avenues
my spirit darkened by a cloud
of toubles I could not refuse,
for I had looked for daffodils
and found but few in England's hills.
For butterflies, for birds I sought,
for all of nature's finest gems
that I had long ago been taught
bedecked the Pennines and the Thames,
caressed our valleys, blessed our moors
and danced by thousands on our shores
But what I found was barbed-wire fence
protecting repetitious fields
that offered up in self defense
statistics on their better yields
with ne'er a thought towards the cost;
that fragile beauty we have lost.
A poet could not help but sigh
on seeing how the world is changed
and ask himself, or God on high,
why humankind is so deranged
it can destroy, for such poor ends,
the world on which its life depends.