A town once so neatly small
now has become an urban sprawl.
Creeping onwards over once green land
it’s now destroyed by mans greedy hand.
Creating a nightmare for nature and mankind
what can or can’t be done isn’t defined.
Parts of the town destroyed not replaced
empty office blocks the place defaced.
Historic buildings are allowed to rot
that seems like a planners evil plot.
Industrial sights are all around
pollution increases pound by pound.
Traffic chockes all the byeways
gone it seems the happy days.
Technology is forging it’s way ahead
is it a wonder or something to dread.
How my home has changed for me
the countryside is much harder to see.
Everybody moves around to fast
truthfully I’d prefer the past.
   I wrote this poem about the town I was born in some years ago. A lot of the office blocks have been turned into apartments today. So at last they’re being used after rows of good houses were torn down to build them, but few were ever occupied. My Town in Wiltshire England is being redeveloped yet again, I shall watch with interest to see how it will work out this time. What upset me was too many of the historic buildings even with preservation orders on them were pulled down and that is still happening. Though there are few left standing now.