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
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