WE go no more to the forest, <br /> The rimus are all cut down. <br />They are built into roof and sill and wall, <br />Into floors that thrill to the last foot-fall <br /> In the dancing of the town. <br /> <br />We go no more to the forest, <br /> The kauris are all cut down. <br />They are built into ships so stout and strong, <br />Bearing their cargoes safe along, <br /> Sailing from town to town. <br /> <br />We go no more to the forest, <br /> The ratas are all cut down. <br />There are cornfields, golden and green and wide, <br />For the tangled depths where a world might hide, <br /> And our lawns lie smooth in town. <br /> <br />We go no more to the forest: <br /> Young, wild things are all cut down. <br />We are buying and selling and making love, <br />As the grown folk do, with a roof above, <br /> And our hearts are at home in town.<br /><br />Mary Colborne-Veel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-go-no-more-to-the-forest/
