I wandered lonely as a bee.
I wandered lonely as a bee
That dips through meadows lush and still,
When all at once – what’s this I see?
A host of gleaming fracking drills!
The lake’s been pumped, the locals flushed.
Trees shake and tremble in the dust.
Relentless as the desert heat
That sears all life from sand-swept plains,
The juggernauts grind through in fleets
Along the narrow country lanes.
Ten thousand feet the drills bore down
Bee-lining their way beneath the town.
The homes above them quake, but that’s
A minor care when streams run dry,
When methane’s leaking from the taps
And toxic clouds swirl in the sky.
We gasped and gasped – to no avail –
Clean air’s worth less than gas from shale.
And oft I dream we all object
To short term focus by the fools
Who care not if the earth is wrecked
By big buck raids for fossil fuels.
Rays warm, winds blow, waves rush – and still
They dance in with their fracking drill!
© Jo Peers