In my walking on this beautiful island, I come across piles of unwanted rubbish. Please help to keep Cyprus tidy. I cannot help continuing the theme of bird protection in this poem. Walking is so relaxing. x x
Early morning Tala sleeping
Aphrodite at me peeping
Sun is struggling through the cloud
High above: green landscape proud.
Track meanders, birds are singing
To their fragile life they’re clinging
Sunday, when those “heroes” shoot
‘Hope they take another route!
Soon descending, water glistens
To the silence walker listens
So relaxing, precious peace
From all stress of life release.
Cannot last, a truck is racing
Passing birds I think he’s chasing
From the window, bag of junk
Landing with metallic clunk!
Doggie from the window hanging
Children inside loudly banging
Cigarette dropped on the path
From the driver: loudest laugh!
Rusty freezer, fridge and Hoover
Green car is a new non-mover
Latest tip with stinking food
Ruining my walking mood?
Fav’rite place for Sunday killings
Cartridges foul hunters spilling
All discarded, red and blue
Shooters haven’t got a clue!
Turn the corner, chairs and tables
Kitchen sink and coloured cables
Television, three-piece suite
Tee-shirt bought on isle of Crete!
“Newest” craze: it’s rubbish tipping
At green landscape it is ripping
Blots upon majestic hill
My poor heart with sadness fill.
“Clean up Cyprus”, all demanding
All offenders reprimanding?
Nowhere better: Come and see!
Island soon of rubbish FREE!
PLEASE ALL HELP!