The Old Colors This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

There once was green in my town,
With grassy fields and tree-lined knolls.
There was underbrush on creek beds,
And willow trees on road sides.

I saw my fields become work zones.
The knolls and the trees were cleared.
The underbrush pulled from the creek beds,
And willow trees left as mere stumps.

Buildings that soar for miles,
Blocking my mountain views.
Reflective glass monuments to technology,
The rats race to their homes of new.

Smokestacks cloud the sky,
It now lays a burden of constant gray.
Automobiles on roadways,
What say the queens of nature.

Oh, there‘s still some green in my town,
On the golf course where

businessmen play,
There‘s green on the football field,
The green that‘s made by man still remains.

The green was once my power.
The green was my inspiration.
Most of the green has died;
The trees the brush and knolls and fields all live
In a young man‘s eyes.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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Lily">This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
yesterday at 4:44 am
i love this so much!
Mockingjay said...
Jul. 4, 2010 at 10:25 pm
I thought it was good, and so true. Today I was coming home from upstate, and I was troubled at what I saw. People were lying down on towels, riding bikes, and relaxing in a place that could have been a fantastic park, but highways and construction sites cut in, taking away it's beauty :(
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