Open Poetry #38 |
Can We Change |
WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
At the breach of dawn as the subtle light plays games with high forest landscapes I find myself among tall trees walking I’m not sure where pondering the sights soon to open to me as I proceed on up to alpine meadows. But the path I walk is broken and rutted, the work of ATV’s and “quads” and further, I know the clear cuts will come into view and there also the land is an inferno of off-roaders’ pleasures. I wonder: Will we ever wake up? See how our motorized pleasures are destroying the very fabric of earth life – the land; forests; foreshores – the very air we breathe? Eating away the soul of nature? Alas as the leaves change colour; as the sun comes through the mist the fun lovers already return to despoil another day and I realize man is having way too much fun. No time to reason responsibility or the consequences of the change being inflicted upon this world. Thus the show will go on, must go on – predicated as it is on profit for those who rule and ruin: Yes it will go on until nothing is left. |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Sadly, true. I cringe when I see 4-wheel drive trucks covered in mud and hope that they did not rip apart something beautiful to find their fun. This is a great poem - very sensitive to a loss we face every day. Thank you. aziza |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
...and the trees shudder as they come tumblin' down... EA |
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