“We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them.
We say we love trees, yet we cut them down.
We say we love green grass, yet we poison it.
We say we love the blue sky, yet we pollute it.
And people still wonder why some are afraid,
When they are told that they are loved.”
Author Unknown
I spent this past April Earth Day,
At a pond, listening for frog songs;
To my utter sorrow and deep regret,
Every last frog song, was now gone.
Just like so many other ponds today,
This one is woefully polluted and dead;
Frogs cannot survive in this environment,
Am I the only one feeling such utter dread?
A favorite old fishing hole is closed,
Huge signs warn of contaminated fish;
Am I the only one, who misses fishing,
Am I the only one who cares about this?
Our much needed honeybees are dying,
More and more bats are perishing, too;
Am I the only one, mourning their loss,
Am I the only one, now feeling so blue?
On Endangered Species Day, last Friday,
I drove several hundred miles, up to the wild;
I wanted to reassure myself that all was not lost,
I decided that wilderness would renew my smile.
I camped at a place I had camped many times before,
And I anxiously waited all night, to hear one wolf howl;
By morning’s light, utter sadness filled my heart and soul,
Not one wolf call, and I wondered if they were all gone now.
On the long sad ride home, my mind wandered out west,
And I thought of all the vanished wild stallions and buffalo;
I can’t picture myself living in a world, devoid of all creatures,
And for the first time in my life, I thanked God I was getting old.
“What is the good of having a nice house,
Without a decent planet to put it on?”
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
Frog Songs
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Love to you and yours,
Alexandra
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tiger lily
everyday I bless every song bird that i can hear, hoping in some small way that love will grow and spread and all will know of their songs, and care that they survive...when there is more love than not...species can survive
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
when the night falls and all is silence, no crickets, no frogs, and no scent of green grass.
Cynthia
In Spirit,
Bear
Newfie Hugs, Rose
This is a touching poem that also makes one angry. Indeed, what have we done to our precious earth. Animals, grass, air...all gone or on their way out. Thank you for being a nature activist.
Mary
All waving Norwegian little flags and getting greeting from the Royal House.
Then the politicos speak about how they come to make the environment better (again)and after the last hurrah! Business as usual.
The planet will be better, but only using words.
Georg
It's an uphill battle averting the wanton destruction of wildlife. But do we a better option except fight until the end? GodBless my friend!
Sincerely,
Regino
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Fee