Nature is beauty
And that’s for sure
Yet man
With his miraculous jet engine
Which I was taught about
Indeed went on a school trip to see
As a teenage lad over fifty years ago
May be a worthwhile rival
At the moment though
To hear the noisy rattle and clatter
Of the recycle bin being wheeled back to base
Alongside my garden hedge
Makes me realise
That progress can be slow, if at all
Especially when ordinary men
And municipal councils are involved
