This Green And Pleasant Land Poem by Owain Glyn

This Green And Pleasant Land

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Oh, this green and pleasant land,
Its clear blue seas and golden sands.
Its rolling hills and wooded vales,
Its constant rain and howling gales.

Its cottages with picket fence,
Two Dobermans as self defense.
Ivy growing round the door,
With signs to keep away the poor.

The inner cities with their malls,
Tower blocks with grimy halls.
Lifts where addicts urinate,
Graffiti'd walls that spell out hate.

Railway arches dark and damp,
Is where the disenfranchised camp.
The 'working-girls' patrol their patch,
In hopes of drunken 'johns' to catch.

But in the suburbs, quiet rules,
The middle classes are not fools,
They leave the rich and poor to fight,
And draw their curtains for the night.

Oh, this green and pleasant land..........
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Stephen Pennell 12 November 2015

this is getting boring another cracking poem love it

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Owain Glyn 12 November 2015

You are very kind. Thankyou.

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Ruby Honeytip 28 December 2012

Green and pleasant trumps grimy and disenfranchised every time! ! Great writing indeed!

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Kanav Justa 21 December 2012

never seen a better use of imagery, , ,

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Hazel Durham 19 December 2012

The stark truth bites, all of life is accounted for in this wonderful poem with great rhythm and flow! Inspired write!

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Valerie Dohren 16 December 2012

Oh so true - marvelous write.

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