The morning sky is so beautiful but pollution lingers,
We are free to wander the land with trash at our feet.
The hills and mountains are alive, fire destroys, things die,
Rivers and lakes are there, they disappear without rain.
Giant trees have stood for so long, one by one, they are falling,
There is a struggle between nature and man, not a winner is there.
This is the truth as our world spins and turns, we are all here,
A mysterious gathering of life, the Earth grows smaller everyday.
Keith Garrett
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This indeed is the truth.
Thanks so much
On Wed, Jan 27, 2016 at 1:59 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Very timely
Thank you again
On Wed, Jan 27, 2016 at 5:55 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Hello Keithgarrettpoetry, you’ve beautifully pictured the struggle between man and nature in this poem. I especially love the line ‘There is a struggle between nature and man, not a winner is there.’ And also the concluding words – ‘the Earth grows smaller everyday.’ Very sensitive poetry i’d say. Thanks for touching such issues!
Thank you for reading
On Wed, Jan 27, 2016 at 9:19 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Beautiful and so true…
Thanks for reading
On Wed, Jan 27, 2016 at 5:18 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
A powerful poem which causes me to stop and reflect the words of my Ancestors “Walk gently upon the Earth, leaving no footprints” oh how we have strayed Great Spirit!
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