Whose Earth is this?
ask the trees reaching
to kiss mountainous sky.
Who cares for her?
ask the creatures all,
grateful for her bounty.
Machines rumble
forests fall – a stand
for progress answers none.
(Image my own.)
Whose Earth is this?
ask the trees reaching
to kiss mountainous sky.
Who cares for her?
ask the creatures all,
grateful for her bounty.
Machines rumble
forests fall – a stand
for progress answers none.
(Image my own.)
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It is everybody’s earth. Thank you for the poem š
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My point exactly! Thanks for dropping by.
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Yes. You are welcome!
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wonderful poem, as if you are the earth itself and speaking to us.
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Thank you
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Sadly we humans snatch away its beauty. Love it.
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We do. Thanks.
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Welcome š
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Whose earth is this indeed? It really isn’t ours for the plundering, despite our massive machinery.
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Agreed.
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This speaks volumes, VJ. Well done!
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Thanks Eugi!
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Most welcome, VJ!
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This poem says it all! Well done! š ā¤
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Thanks!
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I am haunted by your poem and your image… very Watership Down
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Thanks Ju-Lyn.
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I like the word play in the last stanza.
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Thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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