These days will be remembered
by the future as dull days,
by way of cattle grazing
Chewing up all that`s good
and fertilizing repetitively
trying to keep the blue sky and the green meadow together
but they meet a distance away.
and a distance away they shall remain.
The sound of agricultural engines,
the sound of industrial machinery
and the sound of choirs singing.
The roar of a cities burden,
the steel in the eyes of practical men
and the roads to places.
The place beyond the road
All of these belong to our days;
Todays best new poem was written by Lindzay
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