20 June 2012
What I see in front of me
Bank of wild flowers, a busy bee
A gently twisting tidal bore
And loads of fag ends on the floor
Trees that give their precious shade
Some worker ants out on parade
A stork that's drifting on the wind
And a load of rubbish, not yet binned
A swan, so proud but all alone
Me, writing on my mobile phone
The gentle breeze plays with my hair
Crisp packets bloody everywhere
This lovely scene is never ending
But there's one thing, no use pretending
It spoils the view, surely it's no sin
To put your trash straight in a bin
What I See • Opuss № I