I sit here in this sunlit glade beneath the southern downs
I gaze upon the beauty not yet destroyed by man
On six sides are bushes, trees of every shade of green
But sadly in this blighted land such scenes  now are rarely seen
Over there an aspen with leaves of silver grey
They shimmer in the gentle breeze like a shoal of fish at play
Close to me a stand of oaks so mighty and so strong
Their leaves so dark and sombre green abound with natures songs
There stands a tree bereft of leaves branches stark bare against the sky
I know not if it sufffered or why it had to die
Soon it will be the time to put a match to the fire
Then smell the fragrant wood smoke as it ascends into the sky
I'll sit quietly,  cook my food, drink a beer. Maybe a scotch
Sit and watch the westering sun, watch the moon and stars come out
Once more I'll wake up with the sun and a glorious choir is heard
No human intervention
Just a choir of singing birds

Out of sight,
Out of mind,
Living away from the street, resting in the dark places
Where the sun doesn't always shine,
The street is but a dream,
From where they rest their weary heads.
These alley cats
Homeless,
Destitute,
At the lowest points in their lives,
Some seek solace from life,
To drown this tainted dream,
Alcohol,
Needles,
Crack pipes,
They can be found Used and abused,
With no hope left, some lay there for days,
Life drained
Saddened eyes
What possessions stripped
Others needed more,
A once proud man, dead half naked on the floor.
Cardboard and ******* hide his dignity
His body taken
He sleeps,
He is cleaned,
A family member found
He is buried, for some this is a dream.
An alley cats life is as hard as it comes
The street is but a dream
They didn't ask for this
But in the alleyway is where they live
Cardboard, plastic covers,
Too keep them from the cold,
A spark of warmth
In this alleyway of broken dreams.