Sunday, March 27, 2011

On open plains

On open plains, the suburbs grew
Replacing grass and kangaroo
With mapped out roads and city lights
All measured by theodolites
To introduce a new milieu.

Gone wallabies, bilbys too
Out with the old, in with the new
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.

This month's challenge has taught me one thing - I'm no Rondeau poet. I can't seem to separate myself from the rhyming pattern, making the poem/s sound contrived, amateurish and altogether not very good.

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