Water Plane
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The little pond behind my house is almost dry ,
That men in hard hats and big trucks have tried to drain
But water flows from underneath , down the hill , and from the sky
For months now , engineers and foreman come and try
Using digging earth movers to grind deeper , fitting pipes and lanes
The little pond behind my house is almost dry
Some deep eternal spring that sated thirsty wildlife neigh
Fetched all manner of creatures winding through the terrain
But water flows from underneath , down the hill , and from the sky
The men have fried in summer sun and soaked in winter rain thereby ,
They work to orders , fulfilling duties , giving of themselves for gain
The little pond behind my house is almost dry
At first , when construction noise stopped at end of day , came nearby
The cautious steps of deer , rabbits , raccoons , and birds to water plane
But water flows from underneath , down the hill , and from the sky
Yet still the pond has not died despite the ongoing destructive try
I guess the machines will win someday soon , let this be my refrain
The little pond behind my house is almost dry
But water flows from underneath , down the hill , and from the sky.
( Sixteen acres of rainforest has been cleared behind my house to build a subdivision. I have gotten used to it but I wish they had left the pond as a feature of beauty. )
