A little reflection on how
we treat the environment
and the animal kingdom.
Beyond this Point.
With not the wit to comprehend
His role in Nature's play.
Quite separate from
The scheme of things
He mastered all he could survey.
And thinking it a place that's strange
Of almost infinite resource
Imposed on what he can't admire
Some monument that's set in stone
To ignorance and sometimes worse
To those a plague, a curse.
Who'd measure what the profit yield
To burn the cattle in the field
And think there nothing much amiss
What kind of progress this?
Or use to ask what we have done
When fields and trees and rivers gone
And those who keep the common good
Have left a legacy that read
Caution you must be afraid
Beyond this Point
There's poison laid!
Photograph: Haymaking at the Porchfields Trim.
Scurlogstown Olympiad 2008.