The Poison

It sails on the morning breeze
goes through the bushes and trees

touches the hedge rows and fields
It catches you if you kneel

you can stand up if you want
You can be small, like an ant

you can climb ladder or stair
it will get you anywhere

or go way down below
in the cellar you know

or jump into the sea
but wherever you flee

nothing you can ever do
pollution is there waiting for you.

© D Marsden 2017

Published by Dave's Poetry & Mystery...

Hi. I am a retired builder. Born in 1954. My interests are: motorcycling, cycling, woodworking, wood carving, visiting countryside, reading, writing poetry, short stories, writing mystery and of course my new interest is blogging.

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