Snow like no one has seen before.
Piled high in plowed drifts,
To sit against blocked doors.
Artic tops with warm air mixed...
Gathers moisture to dropp flakes,
Unstopping in this fix!
Coming as it does,
In this frigid shift!
Those in cities and rural towns alike,
Witness changes...
Of a plight in their sight!
What is now ocurring,
Did not stir up overnight.
Can Mother Nature be appeased,
To again be pleased and make things right?
Or are we so ignorant...
To choose excuses,
Over the use of insight!
Build another factory someone elses problem what is affecting the climate... while England disappears under her mantle of white... Australia burns from day break to sundown and all through the night.... Alison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alison, Your comments to me should be part of a poem. It reads that way! L