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
Wandering Poet Adventures 
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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