Hope

by peachmelbaWexford, Ireland

Aug 2014 469 Views 4 comments

Hope

Towerblocks raising their ugly head to the sky above

Only trees should grow so high

Below a child wishes he could fly

Summertime here brings no joy

No green fields nearby for a child to run

Only feel of hot concrete beneath his feet

No smells of summer fill the air

Only exhaust fumes and dust it's hardly fair

The boy carries hope

When he a man he going to drive a bulldozer through this great grey mass.

Peach.

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Posted: Aug 2014

About this poem:

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I wrote it years ago when a kid in Manchester and were lots of sky scraper buildings like concrete jungles still are lots like that everywhere in Eire too and not much play space for children with abit of greenery and space to play ,plus not safe as parents can't keep an eye on them kept in their tower blocks iso the kids stay in no garden to play.

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Comments (4)

Dragos1Metro, Oregon USANov 30, 2014

Barren as the moon in a vacuum of desolation...even with all the technology and experts telling other men what to break apart and take life from to rise up that tower so high... it is as if the builders have no soul one might think... You captured it all very well indeed. I could feel it as I read the words. It makes me glad the Butterfly still has a secret garden full of lovely flowers and the smiles are so deep you can feel them with your feet in the fresh grassy hills.
Thank You Peach.
Dragos.
;-}

bungallow55Lakeland, Florida USANov 30, 2014

hi peach

first time see you in here

good writing and reminds me my own childhood
and the construction all over San Juan.

cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland USANov 30, 2014

Wonderful poem Peach. A great story and lesson you have here.

Cafe

ImagineLoveVenus, Montana USANov 30, 2014

Peach, while this is sad about the environment or children or anyone even nature cries that is has no place there! I appreciate you sharing this and hope, yes hope, for a better future!