Who Shall Lament ?

My Good Bye
by Carol Hardee

The fumes from asphalt burn my soul
where once the cypress stood,
And childhood memories remain of
streams, wildflowers, and woods.
While concrete structures now stand tall
to block all views and sun,
I can recall an open field where I
used to sing and run.
Where once the herd of horses grazed
in sweet contentment here,
Now stands the monolithic steel and
concrete some hold dear.
Sweet images in memory can uplift
the sorrowed heart,
Yet I must mourn each fragment of
my life it departs.

The hidden pond where long ago my son
would spend his days
Has since been filled with sand, for it
was only in the way
. Where lovely hills were once adorned
with scrub and turkey oak trees
And black-eyed Susan wild flowers
fed denizens of bees,
There now is but an asphalt parking
lot completely bare
With not one tree left standing and
no one else to care.
It is with desperation that I watch the
buildings rise
Can no one else around me hear
the agonizing cries?