At the request of Poets Who Blog I dug out this old poem to help out Milou, a nine year old girl from Buenos Aries who is celebrating World Poetry Day with poems about earth activism.
Standing In A Field
Mm.
The air smells good.
The sun is bright;
The grass is soft.
I'm standing in a big field looking over the horizon.
I see clouds in the distance.
A storm is brewing.
Maybe it will pass to the South.
The land is good.
The flowers are colorful;
The breeze is cool.
How long will I be allowed to stand here?
I see buildings in the distance.
Man is coming.
Why can't this, too, pass to the South.
But it will not.
The air will smell dirty.
The sun will turn dark;
The grass will turn hard.
The flowers will turn brown,
The breeze will turn cold.
I will soak this up for now, here in this field.
I see hills in the distance.
There is grass there.
Maybe I will pass to the South.
5 comments:
Thanks Jeff,
for your contribution:-)
I put you on World Poetry Day.
Have a great day,
Milou
So, Jeff is your name. Well, Jeff I love this poem. I like the circular format and how you want everything to move South. Any particular reason for that? I also picked up on a hint of how we are destroying the beauty that's before us. I wish everyone could see how much the country is changing before it's to late. Beautiful poem.
Before I go, I have tagged you for a book meme. Meet me at http://shadesofmj.blogspot.com for instructions. But, only if you want to play. Have a nice night.
this was particularly meaningful as in the times in which we live so much focus is on being green... where as i am a firm non believer in the negative effects of global warming,,, i believe we are way off mark when it comes to taking care of the planet on which we reside.. this was a very forthright way of looking at the changes brought on by mans very existence.....
Thanks for supporting Milou and making PWB work.
To me this ia about a person trying to outrun invading civilization but of course they can't. Very deep. It makes you think.
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