Ode To the Vanishing Hills
As machinery pushed the earth aside
The tall trees toppled there and died.
In indignant heaps still they lie,
Roots upturned and branches awry
The hills were shaved to lesser heights-
Destruction to such lovely sights
Even the dead were disturbed at rest,
Only the ghosts of them are left.
Little murky ponds with no life to find
Dot the barren land they left behind.
And gone are the turtles, frogs and crickets.
No chipmunks and rabbits run in the thickets.
It was decades ago, but the evidence stayed
Of the monsters who chewed the hills away.
1992
The tall trees toppled there and died.
In indignant heaps still they lie,
Roots upturned and branches awry
The hills were shaved to lesser heights-
Destruction to such lovely sights
Even the dead were disturbed at rest,
Only the ghosts of them are left.
Little murky ponds with no life to find
Dot the barren land they left behind.
And gone are the turtles, frogs and crickets.
No chipmunks and rabbits run in the thickets.
It was decades ago, but the evidence stayed
Of the monsters who chewed the hills away.
1992
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