Early Morning

The Foureyed Poet on Jan 14, 2012

Man is rapidly destroying his natural world in the name of progress! The Foureyed Poet.

That early morning virgin air tasted pure

birds began to rise singing.

The veil of the night lifted for a new dawn

a cockerel then crowed.

Fields still green trees standing unscathed

land as yet unpaved!

Untouched by developers or planners curse

a tranquil reminder.

How the countryside was before the building

took natures beauty away.

I remember that unblemished infinity gaze

through natural haze.

With a clear surveillance of the distant landscape

creatures in their habitat.

Still undisturbed of man’s advances in evidence

without his blundering hand.

When machines came to carve up hills and dales

lost forever lands and trails!

Lose respect of the environment sacrifice the future!

The Foureyed Poet.

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sanataryal on Jan 14, 2012
The Foureyed Poet , you have written this poem in very sensitive issue . The virgin morning , obviously , touches each living heart .
AmosTheCat on Jan 25, 2012
Humans have become so estranged from nature that it is seen mostly as an enemy to be defeated. There is even a name for what children suffer now. It is called \”nature defiecit disorder\”. I saw a little boy at the Zoo who looked very fearful as he viewed some monkeys. When one of the monkeys made some slightly erratic movement the little boy picked up some pebbles and began throwing them at the monkey. His mother was embarrassed and pulled him away.

I just left the above comment at the site of a woman named Mottert (I believe) because she also wrote a poem decrying the loss of nature. It seemed appropriate here too. I just wrote an article about Raccoons called, “Raccoons: They Will Be The Last to Leave” here on Triond. It is a long piece so, if Racoons do not interest you, just read the last two or three paragraphs.

Hi there!