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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required First let us take our friend the horse a noble creature who serves us well supplying us with a source of good compost ferrying us here and there in fine style pulling carts and carriages with aplume carrying riders proudly on their backs seldom a traffic jam and smell the pure air enjoy the freedom to gallop with the wind Now let us take the motor car this guzzles fuel at an alarming rate spewing out poisonous fumes that pollute and if you should have a crash a tangled heap of near useless metal is all that remains and people torn and broken trapped inside and the queue of traffic stretching back maybe cars are fast but they come at a high price In olden days the fields were much smaller quilts against the landscape so pleasing to see the hedgerows full of flowers giving shelter to a host of birds, insects and small animals the stately shires furloughing the fields laying the lines true and straight their leisurely pace giving dormouse time to scuttle away and find some safety The big modern threshers and ploughs need far bigger spaces to work so large fields gone the pretty quilt work, gone most hedgerows rushing over vast areas harvesting the crops behind them lay the dead and injured bodies of all the little creatures unable to flee the blades now the crows move in to feast alive or dead they eat so yes more crops fast harvested but at a high price In days gone by we dwelt in villages and small towns where most if not all knew one another by name you could safely leave your house unlocked and your children played freely in the streets neighbours helped one another in whatever way needed and shared the little they themselves had gladly street parties were times of great delight but best of all you truly knew your friends Sky scrappers looming towering up high stinky lifts that break leaving one trapped danger round every corner, its each one for themselves rapists, burglars, murderers and plain gangsters have a field day in the metropolis with easy pickings here one keeps ones children safe and tucked away concrete blocks of houses along concrete streets everywhere you see strangers at what a high price When one stops and really thinks about it all are these advances really worth the price we pay does it really matter with the vast food piles if it takes a little longer to do the harvest cars are all every well but wheres the romance? the quivering flesh of an excited horse galloping does far more for me than a petrol guzzling beast I admit I prefer the less complicated times of yore
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