Huckleberries, blackberries,
umbrella shaped bunches of elderberries –
tiny purple pearls born from white flowers.

Mayapple, teaberry and groundnut,
peach and pear trees
and wild cherry with fruit dark and bitter

as if they knew a long time ago
making great jelly
was never enough.

Oak, walnut and maple,
Sycamore groves and hickory,
white tail, cotton tail and squirrel

not to mention the nightingale,
all bartered away for a four lane
that leads to a town that’s gone bust.

Who is this monster
called Progress?
Certainly not us.