Poetry

“Progress”

The gate is open into a field of grass.

The sun sinks low as the day goes past

Into the twilight of a looking glass.

And the cattle are grazing on the hill.

In the valley the stream runs true

Carving the land as it meanders through

Over the horizon goes the water blue.

And the cattle are grazing on the hill.

Crickets serenade the new twilight

Across the land goes the fading light

Until a half-hearted moon announces the night.

And the cattle are grazing still.

Darkness closes and covers this place

Hugging the earth in a lover’s embrace

Hiding the scars from the bright shining face.

And the cattle are lowing beneath the hill.

Awakened to a new day’s entreating

A shining face and the darkness receding

Onto a shell of what was; the heart barely beating.

And the cattle are lowing still.

Time will pass to a fresh new start

And upon the land they will leave their mark

But in building foundations they remove the heart.

And the cattle go silent on the hill.

D. Kelly Andrews

© 2021

One Comment on “Poetry

  1. Absolutely one of my favorites…and speaks so true to the loss of beautiful lands, given up to development- all for the sake of progress.

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