Progress
I still recall when life was slow
In quaint and little towns,
But now my own, which I best know,
In noise and tantrum drowns.
When but a boy, I could walk free
Along the quiet streets,
Where flowers donned each house and tree.
How fast all beauty fleets!
Today, the dragon-like great beast
Of progress on attack
Disturbs and kills shy nature’s feast:
I want her silence back.
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Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016
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