By Deni Neighbour
You were a patch of adventure, a green metropolis of marauding insects and angry bees. A proud oak tree stood tall in your middle; its rugged bark engraved with initials of lovers and spun its hanging tyre filled with children’s laughs.
Soft blades of emerald, mingled with bountiful buttercups in the sultry sun. You heralded the chirping of new life, hosted screams at Halloween and guarded precious snowmen. You created the daisy chain of friendships.
Now it’s just grey concrete; cold metal replaced bark. No sunshine, only shadow. Once you were viridescent, but buildings have crushed you and stolen your soul.
So sadly true of many places. Well expressed.
What an amazing story so beautifully written illustrating the wonderfulness of showing not telling….a green metropolis of marauding insects and bees…..its rugged bark engraved with initials of lovers
One of the best stories that I have read inspiring me with your delivery of many a true story.
Thank you so much. To hear that is really encouraging for me! Thanks once again!
Yes, so sad. Hardly any green spaces.
So sad but true. Lovely arrangement of words. Well done.
Very well done. Touched so many areas,
Thank you.