The flower symbol of Kiev
\nThe capital of Ukraine
\nKIER A developer
\nWith quite a lot to gain
\nFour beautiful flowering
\nConker trees
\nOffering bounteous shade
\nGrowing in a rich green veld
\nWhere wildness had been laid<\/p>\n
A thing of beauty and of joy
\nNot only Keats could see
\nThe earth
\nbut any poet
\nOr sensitive could free
\nThe worth of whom was clearly
\nApley woods adjacent to
\nA plot picked out
\nTo be redesigned
\nnow throughtfully and true<\/p>\n
Which truthfully in my stomach
\nThat suggestion made me balk
\nAnd I just felt somewhat blinkered
\nTo hear that lime trees walk
\nwas the fresh proposal
\nnew houses for those who
\nWanted to live in nature
\nWhich many of you do
\nThe expanse of rough grass
\nA Home to life forms small
\nA rich mosaic of creatures
\nAll Missing after the trawl
\nThe destruction of so many
\nAlong with the wondrous trees
\nAnd a barn owl clothed in splendour
\nDespite its rasping plea’s<\/p>\n
The heart faced phantom
\nClearly was sleeping deeply
\nWhen
\nThe arborists and their
\nChipper rolled up
\nAnd the two men
\nBegan the job of
\nCutting into my trunk
\nI could feel
\nThe agony of the ages
\nFor me it was so real<\/p>\n
I had harboured many brothers
\nand sisters
\nOf the field
\nBees came in their masses
\nWith brick red pollen yield
\nIn rough grass barn owls
\nHunt at night
\nTheir long legs where they be
\nCatching voles and mice
\nIn their sweet reverie<\/p>\n
And all my flowers and fruits
\nWould now be at an end
\nNo more
\nAll that shade and colour
\nI knew what it was for
\nTo brighten and to add
\nSweet notes
\nto the oxygen on high
\nTo be shared around the sensitives
\nWho often wandered by <\/p>\n
I was sacrificed my life force
\nBroken on that day
\nDevelopers developing
\nWanted me out of the way
\nTurned me over to the wreckers
\nWho rapidly employ
\nDiggers tearing up the meadow
\nAnd with it all the joy
\nAll those tiny insects
\nThat many fail to see
\nOr care about
\nAre part of life
\nOf the fabric
\nThat is key<\/p>\n
To what is the perfect
\ncountryside
\nFor people to admire
\nStanding through all weathers
\nAnd bearing hail and fire
\nFrom peacefulness to desolation
\nA man made sophistry
\nRinged with Limes
\nThat will be saved
\nThanks to the people we<\/p>\n
Who filmed this actuality
\nThe essential nature where
\nWhat had appeared undying
\nAnd immortal saw despair
\nA symphony of colour
\nBecame an emptiness
\nIn many ways
\nAn erasure of the true
\nWe do confess
\nIt nullified and wiped out
\nAll of nature in one swoop
\nHolding back the tears
\nWe feel for you
\nAs we fly the coop<\/p>\n
The life force at an end
\nSo quickly vanished
\nAll that living matter
\nAll those miracles unseen
\nTangible and considerable
\nThat splendid park of green
\nAnd now it is a mud bowl
\nSparse and meagre where we
\nCan realize the future
\nAnd the absurdity<\/p>\n
4 sentries sawn and thrown away
\nOur wood does not burn free
\nIts splutters in the fire place
\nAnd its not wood that can be
\nUsed to make a profit with
\nJust a wasted incarnation
\nIn the wrong place at the wrong time
\nPerhaps a short cremation<\/p>\n
The relatedness of our being
\nOur respect and our concern
\nA barn owl she just managed
\nTo fly away to turn
\nSideways and just to escape
\nThe pickle she was in
\na dilemma close to death for her
\nLeapt clean out of her skin
\nHaving a unique kinship
\nWith the tree perhaps we know
\nThe arborists the developer
\nThe planners they all grow
\nTo re-design the perfect
\nWith a sameness to before
\nExcept its indistinguishable
\nThan the many many more
\nIts a world of exclusivity
\nAnd discord I will say
\nPoles apart from what was
\nThere
\nThe light the softer play
\nThe variance each nuance
\nThat faifthful image we
\nWhich Seemed so seemingly perceptive
\nTo the butterfly and bee<\/p>\n
Its never restoration
\nNo compensation we
\nWho knew the former beauty
\nJust try simplicity
\nBut impossible to replicate
\nWith artifical grass
\nWith bricks and concrete
\nAnd tarmac roads
\nIf its alright with you
\nI pass<\/p>\n
And now ofcourse a separation
\nAn undoing where we see
\nAn incoherence a rupture
\nAdrift in a hostile sea
\nUnfinished a down payment
\nIn progress shall we say
\nAn embryo, of what though
\nDisorder imbroglio<\/p>\n
We can see the grassy scriptures
\nIn our minds eye
\nHow we shared
\nThe air with the dog walkers
\nAnd the others that all dared
\nTo be themselves to stay put
\nWhere creation made it so
\nUntil man un kind thought
\nbetter of it
\nAs many of you know.<\/p>\n
What I see before me
\nIs a travesty alas
\nA beautiful peaceful
\nCountryside
\nAn urbanized morass
\nTheir spread will mushroom
\nOutwards no doubt
\nBefore to long
\nAnd take more of the Apley
\nWoods
\nWhich will again be wrong<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The flower symbol of Kiev The capital of Ukraine KIER A developer With quite a lot to gain Four beautiful flowering Conker trees Offering bounteous shade Growing in a rich green veld Where wildness had been laid A thing of … Continue reading