John T. Baker, Growth</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=160.htm>John T. Baker</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Growth</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>When I was young this world of ours was vast;<br>Fresh rivers flowed through verdant fields far-flung,<br>The skies were clear, not sadly overcast,<br>The world was huge and bright when I was young.<br>As years went by, the cosmos seemed to shrink,<br>Demand increased and soon outstripped supply,<br>The air grew foul, the streams began to stink,<br>The world became minute as years went by.<br>Now I am old the world is drab and small,<br>The land is cramped, the climate dark and cold,<br>The once-green pastures black with urban sprawl;<br>The world is small and drab now I am old.<br>How grim to witness as our world becomes<br>A never-ending neighborhood of slums.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>