My last post featured a tongue-in-cheek quilt made for a friend who’d been grumbling about wild creatures having the audacity to invade our areas of suburban sprawl after being driven out of their habitats by developers.
Once there was a grassy trail,
Leading to a meadow hale
With buttery-cups and black-eyed Sues,
Hot pink clover, asters blue.
Where crickets chirped and butterflies
Spread orange wings to opal skies.
Where songbirds trilled amidst the leaves
Of mighty oaks and maple trees,
The heady scent of sun-warmed blooms
And earth and pine—a sweet perfume.
Purple thistle leaking milk,
Silver cobwebs fine as silk.
The world then was an open place
With breathing space.
Where little boys and little girls
With rosy cheeks and happy shrieks,
Ran to and fro’ with arms spread wide,
‘round and ‘round
(First photo courtesy of Jason Long of https://unsplash.com/ / Second photo by Donna Marrin / Third photo by Donna Marrin / Fifth photo courtesy of Ryan McGuire of http://www.gratisography.com/ / Fourth photo courtesy of http://www.treehugger.com/urban-design/answer-congestion-not-build-roads-and-encourage-sprawl-its-get-people-out-their-cars.html )