The Green Desert from an Emerald Ocean – a poem

The countryside is now a sprayed green desert, a monoculture of sterility.

Opher's World

The Green Desert from an Emerald Ocean


A verdant patchwork of beauty,

A lush green desert.

Tree by tree,

Bush by bush,

Stream by stream,

Pond by pond.

When Harold marched all the way to Stamford Bridge

To settle a score with Hardrada,

Then back down to Hastings

To get one in the eye from Edward,

There was never a road in sight.

Watched by a trillion eyes,

Along woodland trails,

Beneath a latticework of branches,

Past clearings, hamlets and streams,

To the symphony of trills,

The cacophony of birds,

A billion different buzzes,

Rustles and startled cries,

He marched.

Caterpillars and crickets

Beetles and bugs,

Bear, boar and beaver,

Squirrels and stoats

Voles and shrews,

Hedgehog, fox and ferret,

Deer and dormouse,

Wolf and wolverine,

Lizard, snake and slowworm.

Jay and owl

Eagle and falcon

Osprey, harrier and egret.

Bit by bit,

A tree here a tree there,

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