Roger Page Poet Rhyme

Urban Jungle

The Urban Jungle
Where trees once stood, oh so proud
Now a tower, hosts a crowd
In a place, where water flowed
Now a lawn freshly mowed
Once a cry from Tarzan heard
Now a car horn blasts a nerd!
Wildlife teemed in wood and bogs
Only now roam packs of dogs
A safe place for frog and toad
Now a highway overload
Bird song filled the air aloud
Now we have a toxic cloud
Wild cats hunted for prey in vain
Now we bathe in acid rain
NOW all wildlife in distress
In the name of OUR progress!

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Mahtab Bangalee June 21, 2020 at 12:00 AM NOW all wildlife in distress In the name of OUR progress!.......yes; your concerning about the wildlife and flora is very appreciable though in the name of modernity we spend our life unconscious ....pleasure to read

David Smith April 1, 2019 at 1:07 AM Excellent both in content and poetically. Says ot all.and sets us to thinking along hopefully right path. Regards David in NZ Roger Page April 1, 2019 at 2:16 AM Thank you for your kind comments. Roger

Shirley Rebstock February 27, 2016 at 3:09 PM I see this poem attracted many readers. Very true and well written. Luckily, for us, we live outside the urban jungle and can enjoy many animals, but even here, see less of them over the years.

Gwen Benita Mason Gibbs February 21, 2016 at 8:25 AM very well written, love it.

Minister Jenna Williams February 20, 2016 at 1:42 PM Vivid imagery. And oh so true. Where we now have highways and byways, once were forests w/ wild animals.

Day Benway February 19, 2016 at 11:24 PM thank you for sharing

Gray Star February 19, 2016 at 10:50 PM Awesome environmental poem, environment is also my passion.

Dave Timperley February 18, 2016 at 10:44 AM This one hits home Roger, oft have I wondered if progress has lost it's way. Nice write my friend, accept a 7. God Bless. D.

Kelli White February 17, 2016 at 7:39 PM So sad and true. Capitalism and money hungry people do not care about nature and environment. It's power , money. Build. Great write Roger.

Doris Culverhouse June 23, 2010 at 7:11 PM I just watched a show about an indigo snake that eats other poisonous snakes. He is in GA and in danger due to his habitat is being destroyed. reminded me of this poem. enjoyed reading today.

Andrea Dietrich June 13, 2010 at 5:30 PM GOOD ONE, ROger! thanks for your comments. LUv, andrea James Horn February 17, 2016 at 6:27 PM Was truly a long time ago.

C.C Bloomsfield June 12, 2010 at 7:48 AM Yes,mother nature is very angry:),We are destroying our orbit indeed,with concrete!Great message!Celene! James Horn February 17, 2016 at 6:31 PM We will constantly combat her habitat which I see from were I sat, loving to write another poem for me to, which I will love through and through.

Carolyn Devonshire June 11, 2010 at 7:20 PM Mail returned again. My photo is on my blog on the Soup Home Page.

Carolyn Devonshire June 11, 2010 at 7:17 PM RE: Goodbye, Good Riddance -- James Fraser and I sometimes do co-writes and this was merely an attempt at humor. No truth here at all!! Fraser lives in Scotland and we've never even met. Your comment made me smile tonight though!! Love, Carolyn (Soup Mail Returned) James Horn February 17, 2016 at 6:32 PM Don't fret my little pet one day if future we will have met as your poems continue to get better yet.

Carol Sunshine Brown June 9, 2010 at 10:11 AM I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Roger. Wishing you the best always in your writing endeavors. Love, Carol James Horn February 17, 2016 at 6:42 PM Am so glad this poem you appreciate hoping next one also will be great, Remembering Jesus Christ on the cross who had tried to straighten out the chaos.

Dr.Ram Mehta June 9, 2010 at 7:19 AM Nice expressions on urban jungle James Horn February 17, 2016 at 6:34 PM I also found it to be informative even though long ago but still our ability to write poems will grow.

Canny Amah June 9, 2010 at 2:02 AM We see your horizon and mourn … but, hold it! even, my brother, nay! our father-poet, my own Prof ’Niyi Osundare, has decried this pattern of man’s onslaught on nature, in his poem, “Ours is to Plough and Not to Plunder”, oh, this cruel trend is worse down here in Africa. Mourn for motherland! Canny. James Horn February 17, 2016 at 6:35 PM Why do people die and we plant them under while on to people will plunder?

Harry Horsman June 9, 2010 at 1:57 AM agree with every depth written word, awesome. harry James Horn February 17, 2016 at 6:45 PM So glad that you agree with me and their are so many great sites to see which once were great in all history unleash poem from your mind that itself is trying to free.

Carolyn Devonshire June 9, 2010 at 1:47 AM I have similar thoughts, expecially when I saw these places before they were developed. Habitat is dwindling at a frightening rate. I don't see this as "progress." Great poem, Roger! Love, Carolyn

Skat A June 9, 2010 at 1:30 AM AGREED THAN WE CRY ABoUT oUR EARTH. tHANXS 4 THE THOUGHT PROVOKING IMAGE OF US RUING THE EARTH HABBITS OF NATURE.-Skat James Horn February 17, 2016 at 6:38 PM What a sad God forsaken site to have seen each day and night; God will you please make things alright while freedom we continue to fight.

Poet Destroyer A June 9, 2010 at 1:07 AM that is awful, we did destroy the wild life right before our eyes. Your urban Jungle poem is a message well tought out. thanks for the poem,..p.d. James Horn February 17, 2016 at 6:40 PM May your message continue to flow and where ever you may, may battles and wars all cease, while our ability to write poems will increase.