Poetry: The Concrete Carpet


For those who are used to receiving my typical posts, you will find something different in this poetry post. This is a poem that is a part of a Poetry collection that comes from a time of my searching.


The birds are talking

they have much to say

the day of revolt

when we’ll have to pay.

The trees are still green

the plants are still alive

the moments still quiet

except for the drive.

A blaze of power

sweeps down the road

disturbing the peace

and breaking the code.

You can pull off the road

admiring nature’s ways

thinking of the past

and remembering old days.

The days when harmony and peace

went hand in hand

with progress unimportant

more vital the land.

And so with this carpet

and the stones  that were laid

man pursuing the rush

while the trees  sit decayed.

Who cares for the beauty

what profit can it bring

the harmony of the chirping

the birds as they sing.

The times have changed

now money the factor

to settle for convenience

we bring out the tractors.

In a society  that’s greedy

and rushing for ease

as a people we’re in trouble

when we choose roads over trees.

So the carpet’s been laid

nature moved aside

there’s no stopping progress.

So make the best of the ride

look out the windows

and appreciate what is here

while I daydream quietly

attempting to steer.


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