262. Yaks' Tracks

A little homily for children.

The ABC WEDNESDAY letter this week is 'Y'.


See my PLUS blog for a 'Y' photograph.

YAKS' TRACKS.

The track of a yak is natural,

The trail of a snail is neat,

The marks are found

On the unspoilt ground

Where they've slithered or pressed their feet.

The trail of a snail is washed-out

By the gently falling rain.

The track of a yak

Will not come back

Till he walks that way again.

But  the trails of the human-beings

Are the ugliest trails I've seen

We leave our marks

On the fields and parks

And you can't miss where we've been.

There are cartons and tins and papers;

There is rubbish of every kind;

There is broken glass

On the shining grass

As we leave our track behind.

And no gentle rain can wash it,

And no time can make it fade.

They will still be found

On the ruined ground,

Those marks that our kind has made.

Yet once our world was pristine.

We want that old world back.

Make up your mind

Leave nothing behind,

And learn from the snail and yak.