Nature is a genuine passion of mine and fighting for the rights of all of our children and grandchildren to witness the beauty of this land is all of our responsibility. Poems can get the word across sometimes while public forums and turning out to vote is the positive approach. We don't have a vote if we don't have the numbers. Please help protect this beautiful earth.
"We don't inherit this land from our ancestors. We borrow it from our grandchildren." __Ancient Haida Indian proverb ~SKR~
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When Otters, Marshes and Creeks Were Mine
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They play today in cool dark tea
The waters of this creek to be
The tilt-a-whirl of their home
The briny ebb that tops with foam
They float away this Sunday morn
Ignore the noise of motors horn
Their big brown eyes and deep dark fur
Which is a HIM and which is HER
Their tiny clicks that split this day
As these sea otters dart and play
Their Frisbee...oysters...sailing free
Playing here...right near the sea
Funny creatures of soft small smiles
Reaching out for miles and miles
Clawed small hands that reach and grab
Pink tinted claws of a fiddler crab
Playing with each tidal ounce
Giggling in the washing bounce
Innocent ones no care for woes
When days like this gives in and flows
Times of amusement for animals
Whose life is given within parameters
For Wetlands are the endangered lands
When money speaks to greedy men
When nature's life is given way
So bank loads give to men who pay
The price of echoes from a time
When otters, marshes and creeks were mine.
Susan a splendid write on behalf of our "other" children for God gave the animals into our keeping and we are responsible for their care, the book of Genesis chapter nine tells all about how we should care for the animals. People should read it sometime to see how far away we have come from Gods kingdom which includes every single species of animal on earth!God established his covenant with Noah and "every living creature on earth , including the animals."
"soft, small smiles," you totally pegged these creatures and their habitat ... or should i say, their shrinking habitat. lovely
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2003
Susan,
Such images of majestic
flow in this verse.
Truly beautiful.
Peg
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2003
Susan this is an excellent write...and I am so with you about preserving nature..wonderful poem..Floria
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2003
I love otters they are so cute and I love how you captured the innocent child like quality of them that was so intensly amazing and yes it is sad that money and greed destroy's such beauty of nature excellent poem really excellent!!
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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~Nikki~
Such images of majestic
flow in this verse.
Truly beautiful.
Peg