These fields aren't as large as they once were, aren't as green as pastures new, aren't as tranquil with these giants leaning over shadowing the sun, <br /> The dirts moisture now brittle and dry. I remember the days when me, my brother and my old dog Sammy would wander this land collecting frogs in <br />The pockets of my old denims hand me downs from my brother <br /> We were filthy children muck clad to our eyeballs to our toes <br /> Yet we were pleasantly happy in this tranquil setting <br /> My brother was much older than me <br /> Much taller too <br /> He believed to be wiser <br /> But we all knew I was the brains <br /> We would run together through the poppy fields <br /> Every day was a new race <br /> A new competition <br /> But we both would run slowly <br /> Never at our full pace <br /> Instead enjoying each others company <br /> That smells of blossom hitting the fabric of our clothes <br /> The uptake of sparrows feeding on the seeds <br /> Shooting up into the midday air <br /> Fearing us the giants with muddy faces and frogs in our denims <br /> Now I look back my hands still dirty <br /> My denims still old <br /> Yet so much has changed <br /> My brother left when we were younger <br /> To fight for queen and country <br /> To make this world a better place <br /> Now look at it <br /> Metal birds haunt the sky <br /> And pollution corrupts our lungs <br /> My brother gave up his paradise to see this world die and rot <br /> I love you brother come back <br /> Run with me again <br /> Make these black dull fields <br /> Fill with poppies from days of old <br /> Bring back plentiful textures into this earth bring back moisture in the soil <br /> How I miss you my old days <br /> My denims full of frogs <br /> My skin clad in mud <br /> How I miss you best friend, hero, my brother<br /><br />Jacob Andrew Jarman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pollution-and-metal-birds/
