His footprint upon our earth,

Is far from what he is worth,

He builds on our open land,

And destroys our planet open hand…

I walk on my beach,

To relieve stress & to myself teach,

Of how mans does even in winter spread dirt,

Plastic & glass, paper & cardboard, in from the sea,

Just from a distance this is all one can see…

My ocean a disposal for all manner of trash,

This WILL one day promote from Nature backlash,

Thankfully, yet, no oil platforms off my beaches,

Soon they may come, as man & humanity in general,

Are all but total leeches…