Description: I work out in the country and I live in the city. Whenever I head out past city limits for a day of work, I see cheap contracting companies building 100+ houses two feet apart, right beside what used to be successful horse or cattle farms.
So, I wrote a poem on it.
Which would you choose? -------------------------------------------
Which would you choose?
A setting sun casting it's last rays out to the white and blue sky, creating pink and red billowing clouds.
Late Summers wind blows over fields of long grass, chasing cattle across the land.
Chirps are heard from the old pond, ripples spread across it from a stirred frog.
A setting sun sets behind the large brick factories, it's last rays lost behind the billowing clouds of smoke.
Late Summers wind carries chip bags and candy wrappers across the dirty sidewalks.
Smells emit from puddles of rain water and gas under the cars, parked in a lot that was once wetland.
Which would you choose?
We have already choosen, is it to late to change?
Submission Name: Which would you choose?
