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Pollution and Metal Birds

These fields aren't as large as they once were, aren't as green as pastures new, aren't as tranquil with these giants leaning over shadowing the sun,
The dirts moisture now brittle and dry. I remember the days when me, my brother and my old dog Sammy would wander this land collecting frogs in
The pockets of my old denims hand me downs from my brother
We were filthy children muck clad to our eyeballs to our toes
Yet we were pleasantly happy in this tranquil setting
My brother was much older than me
Much taller too
He believed to be wiser
But we all knew I was the brains
We would run together through the poppy fields
Every day was a new race
A new competition
But we both would run slowly
Never at our full pace
Instead enjoying each others company
That smells of blossom hitting the fabric of our clothes
The uptake of sparrows feeding on the seeds
Shooting up into the midday air
Fearing us the giants with muddy faces and frogs in our denims
Now I look back my hands still dirty
My denims still old
Yet so much has changed
My brother left when we were younger
To fight for queen and country
To make this world a better place
Now look at it
Metal birds haunt the sky
And pollution corrupts our lungs
My brother gave up his paradise to see this world die and rot
I love you brother come back
Run with me again
Make these black dull fields
Fill with poppies from days of old
Bring back plentiful textures into this earth bring back moisture in the soil
How I miss you my old days
My denims full of frogs
My skin clad in mud
How I miss you best friend, hero, my brother

poem by Jacob Andrew Jarman
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