Thoughts and images from a recent walk in woodland below the local hills – not quite an Edwardian picnic:
The gleaming beauty that was yearned for
Striving to earn more
Slumps here amidst the trees
Silent and dull
The industrious and hopeful
Relieved the weary world of its burden
With the cogs and the pipes and the cables
They built a time machine
To explore the future
And looping back to these relics
Catch a glimpse of star dust
As the Earth reclaims its bounty
Now, diverted by brighter lights and shinier stuff
They rise up and glide away
into the gentle breeze
While others far below cling to the ground
against an icy wind
No Time Like the Present 