Heat waves wriggle across the flat,
Dark green corn of uniform height,
Near field edge, trees mark the plat,
Break eight foot, monotonous sight.
Thirty feet from trees, plants turn pale,
Shrinking, as nearer shade they grow,
Leaves shrivel, curl, diminish in scale,
Ears, if at all, no kernels high or low.
Cities, like trees, need water to grow.
Thousands of cities and small towns
Satisfy needs for their water flow
By making agricultural writedowns.
Farmer sells his irrigation allotment —
Folks flush johns, soak lawns green,
Wash cars and spray the cement,
Cook dinner and wash plates clean.
Industry uses lots for boiling things,
And washing down and washing up.
Doing whatever their idea brings,
To make sure it’s all adding up.
Cities have a limited elasticity —
When too many people in town,
Suck food production capacity
From farming country ground.
Example of city sucking farms dry:
San Diego and Imperial Valley bargain
247 million tons of their water pie
= 247 kilotons per year of grain —
Grain that won’t bake into bread,
Or feed to produce milk and meat,
No cereal and fruit on table spread,
Nor crackers and cheese treat.
Aquifers are being relentlessly mined,
Never again old wells recharge,
New wells, ever deeper, we find,
With pumping cost increases large.
“Cities are sound,” ecologically touted,
“By concentrating people in a heap,”
But footprint is lifestyle fully outed,
Transport spreads it wide and deep.
Bottom line: Population ever increasing
Reaches limits, concentrated or spread.
“Earth can’t heal wounds never ceasing,
Numeric attrition is fate,” Nature has said.
We can reduce numbers by rational plan,
Set program of voluntary limits on family size
And beat official drum for excess kid ban —
Or blunder into penury, painful and unwise.
© 2008 R. Leland Waldrip
Thanks for one more eye-opener, my dearest friend, and keep them coming, even if, as an old Portuguese saying goes, “there are no blinder blinds than the ones who don’t want to see”.
Lots of love and great-big {{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
It is interesting that trees can help keep the heat island cities like Houston cooler and have better water tables. Unfortunately, only live oaks need apply.
When cities grow to the size of Mexico City and Calcutta they become so dysfunctional that their shadow is global. Why we forgive illegal immigration and continue tax credit for large families is beyond me.
Suck, suck, suck, until we are all sucked dry like a quarter of the Earth already is.
Ron
Be always safe,
Karen
"Trees Suck"
Damn, and I like trees! and,
I can't imagine what God meant when he said, "Be fruitful and multiply"???
Your write has some strong points...but, I can see your point...
Call it Faith, He has it all under control! Remember, he already predicted, and knew us way before we were even thought of...!
:)
Lord knows us just writing about it, won't help! I believe that is the real problem...too many people pointing and not enough picking up the shovels, so to speak! Me included...we know the problems aren't going to take care of themselves, yet, we do nothing but complain.
What a world, What a world...(the last line of the Wicked Witch of the West in "The Wizard of Oz")
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Regulatory abuse if ever there was. So a beautiful river is to be sacrificed tor man's ugly cities?
Anyway, you said it poetically well and scientifically accurate.
best, michael guy
Reaches limits, concentrated or spread.
“Earth can’t heal wounds never ceasing,
Numeric attrition is fate,” Nature has said.
A topic most never address, and one that will become increasingly important, as time goes on. Our urban sprawl seems to have no end; we lose more and more farm land, every day; our population is exploding; and we already import more food for our tables than most Americans even realize. The future looks very grim, indeed.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reaches limits, concentrated or spread.
“Earth can’t heal wounds never ceasing,
Numeric attrition is fate,” Nature has said
You make some very valid and timely points in your poem here, Leland. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis