Silent Spring ?
The End Game?
No thrush sings in the garden now,
No blackbird looks to bully the thrush
And no swifts shrill above the town,
No kestrels hover over the motorways;
No cheeky sparrows fly up when a car goes by
And no skylarks sing above the barren meadows.
The martins abandoned their nest under the eaves years ago
Early predictions have come true:
'Silent Spring' is here;
There is 'No Room for Wildlife'
What do we have instead?
The roar and unhealthy smell of the motorways,
Green fields, quiet lanes and woods turned into
Fly-tips, housing estates, business parks and recreation grounds.
Trees and plants stressed or dying in summer heat and drought.
Collectors begging us to 'Save the Children'
For what? A world destroyed by their elders?
Soon, we too will be gone, 'Gone with the Wind' –
This poem by Derek Gould was printed in the BBC Wildlife Magazine