Distant hills with grey industrial buildings
Ashen coloured trees blowing in the cold wind
Everything is dark and damp
In the foreground is a small grassy area
Yellow and brown burnt by the sun’s hazy rays
Crash and bang in the distance –
The sounds of heavy metal machinery
An empty crushed can rolls along the footpath
Bleak and barren, long and winding
Into Never-Neverland. Heavy grey smoke
Is everywhere, in my eyes and in my nose
A giant pylon is buzzing like a bee
A rainstorm’s heavy clouds approach
Waiting to burst. There goes the sunshine,
Into the distance.
Sheila Masterman