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 |    A book to house all my Poetic Explorations |
| Stumps lined up along thirsty furrows From here until the farthest end I could only sigh as I pushed the harrow. It's where my family's lives depend. Rancid cadavers of wild creatures strewn everywhere. I could only sob at the death of this sparrow. The earth is burning and no one cares. Stumps lined up along thirsty furrows. The once lush forest suddenly appeared as barren land. For the sake of development, Mother Nature lends. Yet people abused her and used her until she was bland, From here until the farthest end. The air is still, arid, hot and dry. What lies ahead on the morrow? I glanced up at the heavens once more, at the cloudless sky. I could only sigh as I pushed the harrow. Mother Earth has tremendously suffered from our oppressive hands. It's not too late to mend, to end the trend. Let's clean our rivers, our streams, and the strand. It's where my family's lives depend. |
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