by Tony Ures
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This is a description of the my country's natural landscape and also a message against the destruction of nature by global warming.
Listen to the sharp notes of the prickly pears.
Orange is the color beneath their skin,
The same hue of the golden sun rising up
On a rainless winter day; It's beauty is a sin.
Follow the wind as it gasps against the eroded rocks,
While the sea crashes with the pebble beaches,
In conflict with the wind to win this wondrous
Island whose stone shares its' color with the peaches.
An evergreen oak stands isolated from the rest of the world
On a beach of parapets of stone, with shingle washed inland
In a paradise befitting a mighty goddess of beauty,
Ruling over this heaven worthy of Peter Pan's Neverland.
Carved out of your most blessed rock,
Are the designs of grace and splendor,
Limestone formations which in spring are lithe,
Sculpted by the northerly winds in never ending grandeur.
Yet when the thawed ground of summer becomes solid
As the autumn of your years draws near,
You take another expression on your now shaven face -
Felt by the wind, touched by the rain and of the sun more fear.
May it be that this four season paradise curse
Is never lifted from this beautiful isle,
Which on the distant horizon seems to sail away,
As the climate of this earth turns vile.
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|Reviewed by Kathy Armijo
|I think we all agree that global warming means a destruction that cannot be undone. This is truly sad.
Your country's landscape sounds like a piece of paradise.