Protected
This place it is protected
It's all that we have left
You've built on every other space
Of green fields we're bereft
This one last space is ours now
You cannot have it back
We need a place to run and play
Or have a picnic snack
This place it is protected
Please keep off the grass
Your diggers and your big machines
We shall not let them pass
Come see our peaceful meadow
Now please just go away
Leave it to the children
As one last place to play
From England
Contest : Foreign Exchange
Honorable Mention
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2010
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