Poetry – Sacred Ground

Sacred Ground

Once it’s gone it can’t come back.

Sacred ground,


Ripped and torn.

Lies abound!

Bit by bit,

Under concrete

Dead and gone.

Chopped and shot,

Poisoned and mauled,

Short and long,

Raised to the ground.

Life once plentiful

Now is scarce,


Most profound,


Clinging onto


Sacred ground.

Opher 4.4.2019

When I was young the world was full of life, jungles were unexplored, Africa teemed with creatures. My back yard was full of butterflies and bees, the ditches had sticklebacks, newts and frogs, hedgehogs came to call.

Nature is sacred ground. It is profound. It is being decimated.

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