It came upon a Winters Day
perhaps from whom it came
who knows
the River Cherwell flowing by
and on the banks
those seeing
Cry
maybe it’s a corporate sin
fly tipping
its the biggest bin
of shit plastic industrial
sighting the contempt of it
and scum
curling lips and snarling breath
the despicable the meanest
an imminent death.
with the quietest hum
About Rex Tyler
I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.