
I WANDER'D coughing through the cloud
That floats around our vale and hills,
When all at once I heard a sound ,
The roar of engines, that birdsong kills;
Beside the wood,
I start to wheeze,
As dust comes flying on the breeze.
So many dump trucks, line on line
Spew out their diesel on the way.
They stir up dust clouds,---Oh! So fine,
We have to suffer, day after day.
Twenty trucks I counted at one glance
Clanking away in their deadly dance.
The woodland trees stand tall and green;
They’d tear the proud trees down with glee!
As tears fall down, now who will pay
From such a ruthless company?
I gazed again and grimly thought
Of farmland they’ve already bought.
When often on my bed I cry
In breathless or asthmatic mood,
They interrupt my peaceful lie
With Screeches, Roars and Bangs!---so rude!
Then does my heart with sorrow fill
To think of the ruin of Kenfig Hill!
---With Apologies to William Wordsworth !!!
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