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2093

The year is 2093
Tommy’s never seen a tree
He knows they’re tall and brown and green
But not a sight he’s ever seen.

People say it’s such a pity
All the world’s become a city
Trees and grass and bubbling brooks
Can only now be found in books.

No horses, cows or dogs or cats
All the food is grown in vats
People crammed in tiny spaces
Life’s a drudge, no happy faces.

The older ones think “Such a shame”
Wondering just who’s to blame
No more trilling sparrow’s song

Nature’s time has long since gone.

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  1. October 14, 2011 at 9:08 am

    I like your pace.

    Dave

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  2. October 14, 2011 at 9:45 am

    Thanks – it took me a while to get a decent ending (the last two lines) that made sense and scanned properly!

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  3. October 25, 2012 at 8:18 pm

    Love it. Though I hope when people in 2093 read this – in a nice tree house or something alike- they will smile and say.. nah we turned things around ages ago.

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    • October 25, 2012 at 8:44 pm

      Thanks!
      I sincerely hope you’re right. And a tree house sounds great – I love my tech and all but I often think a simpler life would be good too.

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