A Walking Thought Poem by Matthew Holloway

The bulldozers cut the land
with the coldness of steel
giant scythes of roads
scar the land I know
I've seen trees fall
beauty become forlorn
industrial buildings rise
grey stone tombstones
with no flowers to show
I’ve walked in fields graveyards
breathed in the poisoned air
watched towns and cites overflow
come to the country my friend
before its a story we both knew
see the beauty of nature
let it touch, embrace your soul
this is my walking thought
something I'd like you to know