They took a mechanical pair of scissors
To God’s green carpet
Sticky black runways linked city and town
Whilst up in the hills, mountain sheep frowned
Till one day men held their pride
Railway restored, roads no longer seen
All that were seen were lakes and valleys green
Feet travelled gravelled paths
As local wildlife took their bath
Wildflowers in arrays of colour
Created colourful scenes of life and fuller.
And large lorries made their way
As on another transport the goods did play
Gods Green Carpet
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About the author
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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