Today’spoem

IN THE NAME OF PROGRESS

I once gazed out at

vistas green And a vast amount of sky, With trees and flowers

all around, A pleasure to the eye. But now when through the

glass I look, The panorama’s changed. There are instead

skyscraper blocks Around me all arranged. In place of flowers are

many bins, The smell pervades the air, In colours black, brown,

blue and green, They stand there pair

by pair. On every concrete

frontage There’s a car, or two,

or more, Overlapping onto

pavements And parked right to

the door. But this is known

as progress As I so sadly know, For soon my house is coming down So a block of flats can grow.