The Inkwell

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