Highway Construction: (As Emily Dickinson Might React to It)

by CAROL EARLE CHAPIN

HAVE dinosaurs come back again?
Did you see them on my hill?
They chewed the treetops down to stump,
Then turned indifferent heel.

Huge yellow monsters, hard of hide,
With their prehensile mouths
Have unearthed earth, disordered it
And unhomed every house.

Historic creatures are no more;
I daresay these will pass:
Centuries hence, this scavenged place
May spring again in grass!