for centuries the sloping hill
produced a bouquet of artistry
sewn into the grass
and handpicked by flower children
an annual blizzard blanketed
the hill and invited participants
to hasten up and down
using any means possible
as the city slowly crawled outward
leaving concrete in its wake
the sloping hill cried
shaking and moaning and hurting
the forward motion gradually
violated the internal integrity
of her existence
until one day without warning
she simply sailed away
january two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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It is a great piece reminds us to take good care of our nature because if not we are going to repay it…
so very true…thank you for visiting here
Mother nature’s revenge! Interesting poem. “..produced a bouquet of artistry
sewn into the grass.” My favorite phrase! who did the sewing? 😉
Mother Nature is the seamstress!
I love your original take. Nature is alive and kicking back!
Thanks so much, Julia. Glad you enjoyed.
I know, I was just kidding!