Once this land was swathed
in forests dark and knowing
Every acre was crawling with life
from soil to treetop
Now you marvel at quaint country roads
spotting a thrush or a lone fox
Without knowing what is lost,
and may never be regained.
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Once this land was swathed
in forests dark and knowing
Every acre was crawling with life
from soil to treetop
Now you marvel at quaint country roads
spotting a thrush or a lone fox
Without knowing what is lost,
and may never be regained.
Living in Vermont, I truly appreciate your poem. Thank you
There is a truth to this poem that elicits both regret for what is lost and determination for what might be saved.