Lost Forever

Far down the valley, a train's horn blows,
One crawling through Waterloo, I would say.
Still farther down, a power plant billows
Smoke from its coal boilers, mixed with
Steam. The highways and main streets
Are clogged with commerce. Try as I
Might, I cannot envision this land as it was
Before men.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-16 at 23:33

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