Freshwater Thaw Poem by Douglas Scotney
Freshwater Thaw
Climate Change won't be called that any more:
it sounds lispy,
but it will soon be called Big Thaw.
We will soon be able to drink from the sea.
Our cattle and sheep will too.
Islands and shores will not go under;
we will grow jungles in deserts.
By the end of Big Thaw
we will wonder what we worried for.
Pssst! You must know:
there's 97 percent of all water in oceans,
1.7 percent in ice and snow.
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