Treasure Island

Ima Ryma


On Ice


Ice is good for the Polar bear,
A platform from which it can hunt.
Sea ice was and now is not there.
Greenhouse gases get the blame brunt.
Maybe humans could change their ways
Of burning fossil fuels a lot,
And make Earth go to cooler days.
Maybe humans can, maybe not.
The ice ages have and gone.
So ice most likely will return,
For humans then to fret upon,
As more fossil fuels, humans burn.

When all Earth gets covered in ice.
Won't polar bears think that is nice?

Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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  • Nivedita Patnaik (10/24/2013 3:20:00 AM)

    what a thought provoking poem....filled with serious issues that human beings need to address or else only ice shall be left on earth. beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

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