So Called Progress

You’d never give them credit
For the bloody mess they’ve made
Ripping out the trees
For the tarmac they have laid
The green that was the bushes
Is ploughed beneath the grime
And all the pretty driveways
To service roads resigned
They wrapped it up as progress
But that just makes me laugh
As the lorries thunder passed me
With scarce a moments lapse
To think they once convinced me
This was the way to go
But now that I’m much older
It’s now I really know
They did it all for profit
Without a single care
And robbed me of the pretty road
That in my past was there

PTT

The poem above is about the history of a length of road which went form treeline and grass verged to an urban motorway.