Barbara Gorelick Poet Verse

Urban Sprawl

A lone tree
Used to stand proud and free
In a meadow its shelter we sought 

But now bends its old branches in a parking lot
In the bridge between city, country it got caught
Its now part of the newly built mall

Growth, no way to forestall
Urban sprawl


Barbara Gorelick
5/13/14
Bridges contest-trois par huit

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Nette Onclaud May 31, 2014 at 12:50 PM a timely message on keeping the environ filled with nature's freshness... sweet congrats on your award in my challenge.. huggs

Poet Destroyer A May 29, 2014 at 6:40 PM Barbara,, Congratulations, in Nette's "TROIS PAR HUIT A BRIDGE contest." always~ Linda

Dr. Upma A. Sharma May 28, 2014 at 10:27 PM Wonderful n thoughtful indded Barbara ! congrats on merited big win !

John Lawless May 28, 2014 at 6:58 PM i always feel sorry for those "city trees" occupying a three by five block of earth leaning into the sunlight that creeps around the buildings. Nice take on the theme Congrats. John

Mark J. Halliday May 28, 2014 at 2:41 PM Very nicely done. Poignant! Having a degree in horticulure, I feel sorry to see trees surrounded by asphalt, having their roots constantly compressed by cars.

Paul Callus May 28, 2014 at 1:46 PM Love the take on this topic! Very apt title, too. Congrats on your win. // paul

Deborah Shiells May 19, 2014 at 12:07 PM Hi Barbara, What an extraordinary write. It hits home for us for sure. Trees are essential~ Much more than cement. Thanks for sharing this write with us. Love and Peace, Deborah

Andy Richards May 17, 2014 at 10:37 PM wow.. a wonderful construction and well versed too... enjoyed this! Barbara Gorelick May 17, 2014 at 10:41 PM thanks...glad you stopped by. I will stop by your work soon.

Connie Marcum Wong May 16, 2014 at 8:53 PM The vision of the tree in the meadow is so lovely, but then reality sets in and you convey inevitability with a visceral veracity. It is sure to do well in the contest. Please forgive the message sent to you that was for Deb. I thought sure I had it in the right box. Oh well. I tried to remove it but couldn't. Barbara Gorelick May 16, 2014 at 8:58 PM No problem..I do it all the time..lol

Ralph Sergi May 15, 2014 at 1:25 PM Hi Barbara: simple but beautifully done; an analogy of growing and forgotten in the midst of the metropolis My compliments! Ralph Sergi May 15, 2014 at 1:26 PM I meant to say of growing OLD and forgotten...sorrry.

Sara Kendrick May 15, 2014 at 8:40 AM Reads like a winner to me..This reminds me of one written by Robert Frost about the underground brook..I can't remember the title but it might be Underground Book..Thanks for the visit to congratulate me..Sara

Poet Destroyer A May 14, 2014 at 11:58 AM Barbara, interesting...kind of sad, for a tree...PD

Verlena S. Walker May 13, 2014 at 1:02 PM Barbara, nice... Verlena