I wandered lonely as a prayer <br />Along the monks path by the Glendasan <br />When all at once around a rocky bend <br />I saw a sight afloat to make me take a stand <br />A host of plastic bottles thrown away <br />Waving their caps and labels o’er the land <br />I often think in solitude so grand, <br />For all their cheap and handy ways <br />Discarded plastic bottles of today <br />Are simply just too big a price to pay <br />And then my heart with sorrow fills <br />A refuse sack with plastic rubbish daffodils <br /> <br /> <br />Martin Swords February 2009<br /><br />Martin Swords<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plastic-daffodils/
