A Poem for The New Year.

A poem for the New Year.

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.