Old black crow you sit there
high up in the tree
if only you could share with us
what your eyes and mind now see,
Would it be a litany
of straight flown paths to home
or disappearing woodland trees
and other tales of woe.
Would you ask what is the yellow sea
that you never knew before
why on each horizon appear
houses by the score.
your world and mine is changing
it can never be the same
some call it evolution
or progress to it’s shame.
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Rhythm and rhyme very nicely sustained, not intrusive at all. I like the idea of the crow’s eye view, and those straight paths – as the crow flies, I guess.
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo and commented:
First in this week…
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I agree with Sarah.
And I am not at all sure we have the right idea of ‘progress’…
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This is so true, especially the line about the houses, and Beautiful, I am going to reblog it!
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Reblogged this on willowdot21 and commented:
Never truer words spoken dear brother or sister Crow.
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Great last couple of lines. I wonder if all nature looks on at us and wonders what on earth we are doing…
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Nature watches and waits, she understands man’s folly but may not forgive
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Wonderful. And completely agree on our ‘progress’, or lack of it 🙂
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Very nice! That’s a really tangible foothold into a pretty complex issue.
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That species will outlast mine, I’m sure.
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I heartily agree
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