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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=569265" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pollution and Metal Birds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These fields aren't as large as they once were, aren't as green as pastures new, aren't as tranquil with these giants leaning over shadowing the sun, <br> The dirts moisture now brittle and dry. I remember the days when me, my brother and my old dog Sammy would wander this land collecting frogs in <br>The pockets of my old denims hand me downs from my brother<br> We were filthy children muck clad to our eyeballs to our toes<br> Yet we were pleasantly happy in this tranquil setting<br> My brother was much older than me<br> Much taller too<br> He believed to be wiser <br> But we all knew I was the brains<br> We would run together through the poppy fields <br> Every day was a new race<br> A new competition<br> But we both would run slowly<br> Never at our full pace <br> Instead enjoying each others company<br> That smells of blossom hitting the fabric of our clothes<br> The uptake of sparrows feeding on the seeds<br> Shooting up into the midday air <br> Fearing us the giants with muddy faces and frogs in our denims<br> Now I look back my hands still dirty <br> My denims still old<br> Yet so much has changed<br> My brother left when we were younger <br> To fight for queen and country<br> To make this world a better place<br> Now look at it<br> Metal birds haunt the sky<br> And pollution corrupts our lungs<br> My brother gave up his paradise to see this world die and rot<br> I love you brother come back<br> Run with me again<br> Make these black dull fields<br> Fill with poppies from days of old<br> Bring back plentiful textures into this earth bring back moisture in the soil<br> How I miss you my old days<br> My denims full of frogs<br> My skin clad in mud<br> How I miss you best friend, hero, my brother</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jacob+Andrew+Jarman">Jacob Andrew Jarman</a><div class=q>
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