Hemmingway Essay, Research Paper

The sanctuary from my childhood dream

Torn apart by beaurocratic gain,

Nothing is sacred from the dollar

Destroying all beauty on earth.

It once was a bushland wilderness

A hill, overlooking my house,

Where we used to run along the bush tracks

Racing eachother, trying to excel.

Then the noise came, an unmistakable rumble

Clearing away all that was of my childhood,

Hopes, dreams, feelings that were let go

Piece by piece as the land was cleared.

It s funny how it happened

The hill was a mirror to my life,

However, the reflection turned out to be a warning

Of the way I was heading.

Little by little the ugliness grew

Taking over the hill and me,

Neither of us knew of the future

How far we would be taken over.

It starts with just one house

Standing alone so innocently,

Then they are clotted all over until

They fill the hillside taking it over.

As I look across the rooftops not

Even one piece of grass can be seen,

The ugliness of the rooves nearly touching

Sickens me so much I can t bear.

But there is brightness holding hope

A row of the most beautiful trees,

That look heavenly when the son shines bright

Is this too a sign of my future?