Concrete Jungle - © 1994

As I wander o’er the lonely fells,

And watch the sun shine down!

On all the multi-coloured hues,

Of Green, Gold, Blue and Brown.

I look beyond this beautiful scene,

To another not so bright!

What is it that scars my distant view?

An ugly building site!

When will it end I ask myself,

When will their funds run dry?

I cannot see an end in sight,

It makes a grown man cry!

They build and build and build and build,

Without a thought or care!

For the damage they cause and inflict!

On the field and woodland wildlife,

That once resided there!

The only thought they ever have,

Is for money, it’s their god!

Much good may it ere’ do them,

Should they live till one hundred and odd!

They’ll live in a concrete jungle,

With no hills or dales or parks!

Bricks and roads will surround them,

It will look so very stark!

A legacy of mortar,

Is what we’ll leave behind!

Unless a drastic change is made,

In the bureaucratic mind!

No more the walks along woodland paths,

In all kinds of weather!

No more the fields of corn and wheat,

No more the walks through heather!

No more the moss beneath my feet,

There’ll be nowhere left to go!

What will construction leave us?

God alone is the one who knows

But if we do not take a stand

At what they call progress

It will all be much too late for the animals

We will all be in such distress!

 Revised 26/09/2014