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Robot Nation


I'm so glad to live in this grand old marsh,

for here my life is not to be quite as harsh.

I live off some bugs and all of the assorted greenery,

never do I worry the least about the scenery.

My greatest concern is just what to discern,

new songs to croak or one that's just to learn.

Amongst crickets, fireflies, the big Heron bird's cries,

the sounds of a swamp for me to surmise.


One of the things that does so bother me,

those swamp visitors sometimes that I see.

Once fished, on a whim, all had jumped from a limb,

Now hold a device, ask advice, don't swim.

One night I so spied by the light of the moon,

An odd visitor whose origin I'm not to impune.

Metallic arms and legs, much better movement begs,

Was so very similar to every human buffoon.


I once felt so akin to those people who came,

Just like them, I tried to act so much the same.

Now like a robot, seems everyone has got, it's all insane.

Is now a disgrace, I feel out of place, I'm in pain.

At last, I'm just content to be myself, not to follow,

It's all too much for me to take, so hard to swallow

Old days of swamp lore, have been thrown out the door,

I'm hoping those creepy critters don't visit anymore.

You can visit if you wish, but please leave your phones at home.

You can visit if you wish, but please leave your phones at home.


whonunuwho (author) from United States on August 04, 2017:

Glad you liked this one, my friend. Blessings. whonu

Ann Carr from SW England on August 04, 2017:

I'm with the frog; I don't like the tendency to technology above all, it's not natural. We could be heading to robotics reigning if we're not careful - it'll sneak up on us!


whonunuwho (author) from United States on May 27, 2017:

Agreed my friend. Many blessings. whonu

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on May 27, 2017:

Most creative poetry. I don't like the modern and robotic I like the natural and real.

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