Of many a surround, complexities be found

Containers lying moist, a decision or a choice

Yet further on afield, a glance at orange peel

Paper, plastic, food, piles amass of tin

 

Remnant turning raw, a rotten eyesore

Rustling wind o’ waste, left in sudden haste

The mice can now compete, with litter in the street

Paper, plastic, food, piles amass of tin

 

Fines there are to pay, a shoddy vast array

The circling of sweeps, creating cleaner streets

A clearer road to pave, recycling can be saved

Paper, plastic, food, piles amass of tin

 

Creatures here collide, scraps of the roadside

Watchers not around, fly-tipping on waste ground

Yet no-one there to blame, deserted country lane

Paper, plastic, food, piles amass of tin 

 

Hazards in the town, where shops are to be found

The mess that will not fade, nor biodegrade

Danger near the farm, creatures brought to harm

Paper, plastic, food, piles amass of tin

 

Discarded fishing nets, caught around there necks

Trapped in like a pen, cannot get out again

The choices of today, can create a way

Paper, plastic, food, find the nearest bin!

 

Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

 

 

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