On one of those
pristine, picture perfect
Spring days,
where air is breathing clear,
limbs are wearing light green sleeves,
and clouds,
see themselves in water’s windless mirror,
I heard the trees,
down on bended knee,
cry out
about our manmade alchemy:
laying forest bare
for fiber, fuel,
and shipping lumber everywhere.
Lakes, rivers, wetlands,
that still bequeath a home and food
to nature’s flocks who tend their brood,
sit hunched,
plundered and polluted.
The earth,
ravaged for metals, gems, and gas,
rages on about its violation,
fragile as a plate of glass.
And all of them,
crying out in anguish,
We were created
for another purpose
than to solely serve your needs.
We have our own intrinsic worth,
and given a special place,
on this, our earth.
Hear our cries.
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Larry,
Joyce and I had difficulty in reading this poem because of its truth. You lend voice to those we care not to hear.
Thank you my friend.
What a great poem Larry. You should send it to one of the environmental groups in NB… There’s a lot on the news these days about government not doing enough for our environment and your poem has a such a nice way to bring that alive.
Thanks for this poem, Larry! Humans are so self-centred, greedy, and sometimes downright hostile towards the natural world that sustains us. It’s the inconvenient truth! Thanks for speaking for those without a voice!
Larry-I have been reading your poem daily. You speak the truth eloquently. I can feel the anguish and it makes my heart hurt. Thank you.