| Progress To My Children They call it "Progress" Destruction of the field... They plant concrete Only houses do they yield... Replaced by blacktop and fancy cars...They fly by like they are movie stars... ~~Progress~~ Take the land till there is no more... Why not add a convience store? No more farmers milk at your door... ~~Progress~~ Animals with no where to go they run across the road... The deer,the rabbits, run down Even the little toad... :0( ~~PROGRESS~~ Helene Elizabeth Hermort 4/6/01 ~~Mystery~~ For My Children Saddened by the ~~Mystery~~ Of what's within our reach... Changed by circumstances left there on the beach... Heartache bares intolarable written by the score... Living life of anguish ever being poor... ~~MYSTERY~~ Learn the lessons forth right come in from the rain... see the force upon you never giving pain... Giving self before them doing what you can... come and sit beside me flow it with a pen.. .~~MYSTERY~~ Grab attention there fore going with the flow... fill the void that lingers somewhere in my soul... ~~MYSTERY~~ Helene Elizabeth Hermort 3/21/01 return to submitted poetry return to home page |