Her Land

Her Land

Her crystal lakes covered in oil
Her ditches spoiled in garbage
Her air ripe with the foul smell of pollution
Smog starts settling in over her quaint little town
It seems as though her people have forgotten her
Nobody cares that the air is not safe
Her water's start turning up dead animals
The fisherman start losing their jobs
The trees are not safe anymore
People carving their names into the sides
Then one day he appeared
The waters started to becoming clear
Her ditches full of grass instead of trash
Where did he come from? No one's knows
the fishermen getting their jobs back
Wildlife remaining in their parts
her town is alive once again
© By: Angela M. (Holmes) Crabtree