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Road Builders ( and snails )
Sneakily, in silence and secrecy
they come;
cloaked in the silvered night
devouring delights, snail like
crawling across the favoured bed.
Voracious of tooth, to tear apart
leave all that was beauty wretched
and ripped,
destroyers in their yellow shells,
ever there, always taking,
a shining trail left in their wake.
Irony
Roads create access and destroy what you want access to see. - Stella
Their latest project was a
Their latest project was a field of yearly rape, it was on a hill overlooking where I live, every summer it glowed with such beauty it uplifted the greyest most sullen days and I loved seeing it. Within a year it's nothing more than rows and rows of brick walls and rooftops climbing that hill now, and it makes those grey and sullen days even more depressing, it breaks my heart. And the builders haven't finished yet :-( Sue.