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| The Little Yellow House by Michael Baum |
The Little Yellow House
New England's finest
Stood its ground down
a cul-de-sac
Sheltered by great ancient trees
It beckoned welcome if you please
An through shuttered windows
Saw the passing wildlife show
An yon nearby past the glen
A mother deer and doe came again
A lone red fox skirted over the meadow
A feisty hungry fellow
And dozens of wild turkey came
To prance before the windowpane
And lush bushes housed birds at the feeder
Squirrels and chipmunks were eager
House and wildlife in the picture frame
But, alas, it would never be the same
Then the wreckers took down the house
Ancient boulders and everything about
And the dead sweet meadow made me cry
The Little Yellow House heaved a sigh
A monster mansion took its place
New England had changed its face
Not for the better, destroyed the land
I shall never, never understand
Chopped down the majestic trees
And the wildlife did not please
The turkey flocks disappeared, gone
Never to hear the birds springtime song
An nary a deer or doe came this way
The 'disappeared' had nothing to say
Smooth artificial lawns sprawled
Natural grass an trees were appalled
Not for the better, destroyed the land
When will people ever understand
The threat to nature is beyond the pale.
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