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Aug 19, 2024
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The Nettle Coombe
The nettles amongst veteran oak breathe
From mighty Moore, Atlantic surge from distant shore
Takes note our humble fortune that plains unscathed
Align in peace undisturbed by planetary ails.
Yet with the Coombe lies a lifeless Combe
Bereft of honey since which bees have flown.
Neither reason nor madness provoke such a thing
When commonality of man is but to sting
But generational shift of virtue to sin.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Man VS nature...
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
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neopoet
11 months ago
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Lavender
11 months ago
The Nettle Coombe
Hello, Michael,
Went a-google-ing and discovered the significance of the area and the nettles, and the loss / extinction of many species. Very resounding final two lines.
Thank you,
L
Rula
11 months ago
A significant message
to deliver indeed. Man is the destroyer of his own environment. How sad!
Thank you for sharing and many thanks for some key words I had to google.