On open plains, the suburbs grew
Replacing grass and kangaroo
With mapped out streets and traffic lights
From workers with theodolites
To introduce a new milieu.
Gone wallabies and bilbys too
So few survivors left to view
A different vista on star filled nights
On open plains.
Is it possible they never knew
Of nature's loss that would ensue
When progress of unequal might
Did force this ecological flight
On open plains.
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For some reason I'm yet to fathom I'm unable to reply to comments left by others so thank you for dropping by and taking the time to read and comment. Merlene