Progress

Is this the beginning to the end?

 

Apr 16, '08 7:37 AM by KUNTRY for everyone

As I was rummaging through this box of memories I stumbled across a poem I had written that was dated Nov. 1980..... As I was reading this poem the memories came flooding back... I remember exactly when and why I wrote this...... I remember I was sitting in a deer stand one cold winter day I wasn't having any luck that day because somewhere close by they were logging for timber...The closer and louder those saws got to me that day, the madder I became... Not because they were spoiling a perfect hunting day, There would be others........Or maybe there wouldn't?.....

                            PROGRESS

Listen to the call of the forrest,

seems so distant yet still near.

Many voices around me,

wondering "Why the Hell is he here?"

In fear for it's life and existence

it knows man brings it no good.

Why must we keep on destroying?

if only we would act as we should.

I hear a mother calling out to her young ones,

the first simple lesson to learn.

You must watch out for life's silly mazes,

and mans progressive concerns..

I sit here and gaze at the forrest

her leaves have turned the color of fall.

Not much time left to change things,

before man would have ruined it all.

What is this thing we call progress?

Why must we always win?

The answers hide in this forrest,

that grows slowly and slowly to end!.

                      

Y'all be sure to wear ya smiles today.....kuntry

 

Reviews

[emz]

So true... Our planet is an endangered species... and you wrote this 28 years ago...i love it.. its such a shame our poetry cant change the world.. if it could your poem would do it.

[Who among Fire]

Oh! I understand. It is such a shame that we must live in a seemingly "concrete jungle."
Really great work!

[Kuntry]

Thanks Sara, I've been spending all my time over at My Multiply site, http://jhart3rd.multiply.com/.
I'll still be popping in here from time to time....... Have a great day .......

[Sara Muschweck]

This was just wonderful, I see this kind of progress around everywhere. Fifteen years ago farm land was just that, now farm land is being sold for housing developments, the local wooded land is being sold for timber to help in the construction of the housing developments, and in the end the ones losing their homes are the native animals to the area.... progress? You have written a wonderful poem, I love reading what you have to say, twenty years ago, or twenty minutes ago, you have great talent.

[Poeticpiers]

So called progrees very rarely is.Man tries to dominate nature interferes with her balance of species and habitats.THe result is all too clear to see.