These are my expressions of the memories that I keep. These things happened long ago but still make me weep. Some poems cut deep, but Life's not always a bleep.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Nature is Dead
Gone are the dragonflies No more chasing butterflies Eerie silence in the woods Gang bangers in the 'hoods No more larvae for the birds Nature uses all their turds Can we undo what we did? What is left for your kid?
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