Change Is Not Progress
To them it was a weed
That grew up there from seed.
It grew just over here
For only half a year.
A victim of the race
To "beautify" this place.
Replaced by plain old sod
A lawn both long and broad.
A place for us to walk
And maybe sit and talk.
Gone yellow, green and brown
They 'dozed that sunflower down.
All in the name of progress.
How misguided!
Copyright © Jim Martin | Year Posted 2014
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