Barry Middleton


The Paris Accord - Poem by Barry Middleton

A drought is almost like despair,
but then there comes a flood.
The cycles of the patient earth,
run deep within our blood.

The seasons of the sun revolve,
like seabirds in a gyre.
We pray for sacred rain to come,
and quench damnation's fire.

The universe, forever mute,
yet offers up a clue.
For only blessings we protect,
are those that we are due.

So we must tend the garden well,
and shun the serpent's lair,
and double down our firm resolve,
to fight perdition's snare.

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Written as a response to the withdrawal from The Paris Climate Accord.

Topic(s) of this poem: climate change, drought, earth


Comments about The Paris Accord by Barry Middleton

  • dimitrios galanis (11/19/2017 10:23:00 AM)

    Scenes beautifully and sensitively presented. (Report)Reply

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  • Dimitrios GalanisDimitrios Galanis (7/26/2017 3:20:00 PM)

    So we must tend the garden well,
    and shun the serpent's lair,
    and double down our firm resolve,
    to fight perdition's snare = So beautifully painted the warning for the...coming perdition!
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 21, 2017



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