Lost Valley

Memories of our Faisal Valley Faisalfields beauty spot of yore. Golden meadows, farms and wildlife It was Mother nature’s super store. Skylarks soaring over green fields Robins singing in the winter snow. These precious memories of our valley That the young folk will never know. Planners let the builders rape it With their concrete, bricks and wood. Building houses like little boxes Where majestic trees once stood. Gone the farms and gone the wild life Gone the fields where we once played. Our lovely valley’s lost forever Victim of a town betrayed.