Tranquil no More ©
I see before my eyes a country scene,
of fields yellow, lilac, brown, and green.
Oh what a tranquil sight my eyes behold,
a view for artists, poets young and old.
I hear no sound, I breath air so clean,
the picture I see so calm and so serene.
But so I am told this scene I see will fade,
as a motorway for cars will soon be made.
And then those colours soon will turn to black,
as tar is laid to build a fourway track.
And traffic noise will be the sound I hear,
and the tranquil sight will all be gone I fear.