POETRY: Change
It’s October
In Canada
And I’m still sitting outside
On my deck.
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It’s October
In Canada
And I’m still sitting outside
On my deck.
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And what remains after all has been vanquished? Earth. A planet of miracles, lush green forests, wild rushing rivers and blue oceans filled with Life…
All the rains of the Universe Will not sweeten this little planet. This evil cancer…
Dawn breaks.
The chorus begins
The leaves rustle
The wind plays.
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A hush of fear,
Anticipation,
Wonder, hope,
That the light will return
And save us from darkness
And death…
The crow that wakes me
Announcing dawn
Carries me back,
In these first, soft, clear moments,
To the Scottish Border country…
November trees,
Naked in their beauty.
Graceful bare arms
Reaching for the still-warm sun
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The machines roar
In the forest
On the factory farm,
On the trails,
In the skies,
In the oceans…
And the giant, silent Buddha
With eyes of leaden, emerald fire
Quietly said:
‘Enough’
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Wild horses.
Flowing manes
Exuberant screaming
Thundering over the plains
In an ecstasy of freedom…
I am full of this place,
Her forests, her rivers,
Her birds, her animals,
This suffering place,
This place we have desecrated…
Guardian of the Forest
Some say Creator of Mankind.
What do you think
About the destruction of your forests?
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