Up North/The fish in the lakes are filled with mercury from acid rain/The moose herds in Western Minnesota dropped from over 4,000 to little over 200 in only twenty years time/This past Minnesota winter there was no sub-zero days in January/ Nor did any of the Great Lakes freeze over!
Further North/The Alaskan Natives have seen a bird they have no name for in their native languages/ It is called a robin!/The polar ice caps are melting way too fast/Polar bears are drowning in the Great White North.
The resources on Grandmother Earth are being used up/And the most frightening thing is that we may run out of water before we run out of oil/We can't put all the blame on the greed of big corporations or on the greed of governments/When all of us are living like there is no tomorrow!
What a great poem! There is both humor and tragedy in these 16 lines. The image of the Polar bears drowning in warming seas combined with your great humor -- the Alaskan Natives coming upon "a bird they have no name for in their native languages/ It is called a robin!" (for all the bitter irony I still love that line!) Thank you.
You have a wonderful blog here!
Posted by: Zachary Jean Chartkoff | August 27, 2006 at 01:03 PM