Theme: Architecture


Before CCTV cameras whirred to capture moving shapes along the street,
This was countryside, teeming with cunning wildlife at liberty and free.
Before the razor edge outstretched its authority to clutch at the sky,
This was meadow and pasture, willows gently nodding with a sigh.
Before the cold steel and glass splintered the sunbeams crosswise,
This was knotted wood, misshaped by the weather, beaten by the sunrise.
Once the oak stumps, the black walnut writhes and snakes in a loop
Once before the knife sharpened towers grew, gentle trees would stoop.

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