Poems About the Environment
Wind, you are the ruler of sky,
the current of the air.
You make trees sway and storms brew.
I remember when I heard a voice that said I think there's trouble better stay in bed.
This house is full of dis-closer, unsettled animosity in which no one will ever care to figure out.
They live out their lives with no concern for the earth,
They mill about littering with carelessness and mirth.
How much, in a person, can there be,
demonic demons and benefactor angels.
For without, the balance of today's world
Gusts of wind fly past the house
Large gray puffs roll in
Drip drip drip on the roof
And then the puddles begin
We tramp through her woods, her fields, her mountains
Covering her beauty with concrete
This angelic land