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May 06, 2010
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progress?
I stand and watch as time goes by,
and progress rolls like a juggernaught
it cares not what lives or dies
for all that's lost is soon forgot
As pastures, fields,and woods,and glades
turn into asphalt parking lots
the beauty of our youth's world fades
beneath the dozers' brute onslaughts
They come from places out of town
drawn by a slower pace of life
but ,once here, they scowl and frown
if others come with child and wife
For everybody wants a place
of peace out in the dell
once they have thiers its a disgrace
if thier exneighbors come as well
But as our numbers swell and grow
we all must have a place to live
and hence the sprawl we all hate so
robs land of all it has to give
The land which teemed with life and game
never more will be the same
the hills and hollows, now ground flat
feel footsteps from just dog or cat
I stand and watch as time goes by
and rage against the change
While all I love seems doomed to die
I hope I pass fore all seems strange
and progress rolls like a juggernaught
it cares not what lives or dies
for all that's lost is soon forgot
As pastures, fields,and woods,and glades
turn into asphalt parking lots
the beauty of our youth's world fades
beneath the dozers' brute onslaughts
They come from places out of town
drawn by a slower pace of life
but ,once here, they scowl and frown
if others come with child and wife
For everybody wants a place
of peace out in the dell
once they have thiers its a disgrace
if thier exneighbors come as well
But as our numbers swell and grow
we all must have a place to live
and hence the sprawl we all hate so
robs land of all it has to give
The land which teemed with life and game
never more will be the same
the hills and hollows, now ground flat
feel footsteps from just dog or cat
I stand and watch as time goes by
and rage against the change
While all I love seems doomed to die
I hope I pass fore all seems strange
— scribbler, May 06, 2010
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scribbler
16 years 1 month ago
progress?
ngaioBeck
16 years ago
Progress
scribbler
16 years ago
progress
judyanne
16 years ago
as the song goes
scribbler
16 years ago
progress
ngaioBeck
16 years ago
Progress?