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The Wind Howled

The Wind Howled

And the wind howled
To mark the time
The rain also cried
When the last man died

Polar caps had long since melted away
Sea levels had grown higher every day
Small hills now each an island state
All because we left it too late

For actions delayed by accountancy rules
Had come too late for those in our schools
To ever live a life like those before them
Victims of denial by far too many men

Awake I now recalled this dream
And hope we will avoid this scene
One that man might come to rue
But the future's up to me and you

(c)Rhumour
June 8th 2009

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Dave D Poet Rhumour

Sat 4th Jul 2009 12:51

Thanks KtD and Isobel for your time to read and comment. I've often written on issues related to the environment and climate change, but will try not to bore folk with too many ;)

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Isobel

Sat 4th Jul 2009 11:59

A scary nightmare about a very real prospect Dave. The changes we all need to make are so mammoth, I'm not sure any politicial has the balls to tackle it. I guess one day we'll all be running for the hills and boy won't they be crowded - or I could start building that Ark - not mocking you here - just reflecting on a thought provoking poem.

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Fri 3rd Jul 2009 22:30

I really love the concept of it all being a dream...but really not being that far away from reality.

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