A poem written by a Green Enthusiast – me
The view of Storthes Hall wood:
Crumbling autumn leaves,
Crushed beer cans,
Broken twigs,
Shattered glass,
Creeping hawthorn,
Crisp packets empty,
Shimmering sunlight,
Smouldering fag ends,
And battered Blue Bells.
Student’s litter,
Rubbish and trash.
Is putting it in a bin
So much to ask?
In a world where
Being Green is ‘in’.
The least we could do
Is fill up the bin.
