A Poems about Farms and Wildlife
Thoughts on seeing a recently-cleaned water pond on Saint Patrick’s Day
On a Sunday, the seventeenth, I went for a walk in the countryside about the village.
I walked along the hedges, trimmed now in March before the birds came come along and put a fly in a farmer’s plans.
I paused over an old walled water pond, for the vegetable plot, to perhaps look upon a frog, or salamander.
It was scrubbed clean. The concrete pale below the clear water reflecting the crystal blue.
Not a boatman stroked across the surface, ne’er a leaf lay upon the bottom to hide a frog or newt.
For what would a farmer do with silt? A streamlined machine these fields, these springs,
And cleanliness is next to godliness, of course. The wild world was sterilised of sprits in favour of clean sheets.
The dragons were already gone before Saint Patrick stepped upon a snake.
A day will come when none of us will see one, no matter where we seek.
Of course, the day seems to be coming faster than we feared, with the new UN report about to come out today, Monday, declaring that a million species are about to go extinct if we don’t turn this shit, sorry ship, around toot sweet, as they say.
Which is terribly hard to tell your kids when they ask at the age of eight.
Posted on May 6, 2019, in Ecology, Equality, poetry, rewilding, Uncategorized, Writing and tagged 6th extinction, alotment, amphibians, animals, Barcelona, Barcelona zoo, bardger, butterflies, chickens, children, children's books, countryside, cows, elephant, endangered species, extinction, farm, farmers, farming, foxes, Frogs, gnu, hedge, hedgehog, hedgehogs, hedgerows, horses, insects, ladybirds, lion king, mink, mole, newts, pigs, polecat, ponds, salamander, snails, snakes, species, species extinction, squirrel, St. Paddy's day, St. Patrick, Tiger, tigers hedgehogs, un report, vegetable plot, zebra, zoo. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.