Don’t just count your years, make your years count !
The rules that LindsGHill made for herself (but she doesn’t always follow) for “One-Liner Wednesday” are:
1. Make it one sentence.
2. Make it either funny or inspirational.
Have fun!
Don’t just count your years, make your years count !
The rules that LindsGHill made for herself (but she doesn’t always follow) for “One-Liner Wednesday” are:
1. Make it one sentence.
2. Make it either funny or inspirational.
Have fun!
Can you hear me son can you hear my voice.
Can you hear me daughter can you catch my words before you have no choice.
Did you read my emails do you check them out
I have phoned you many times, the fact that I have tried to warn you is not doubt.
Did you read my letters son did you read and weep. Have you received my postcards daughter.
They did not have the answers that you seek.
I carved it on the gate posts and the walls.
I have hire out huge bill boards with letters 20ft tall!
I have screamed and I have shouted. I have made an almighty fuss
But no one is listening is there no one out there who wants to put me first.
Mother nature’s weeping, mother nature full of pain
You have not been listening to her you have let her down again.
The blooms are out in winter and summer flowers peek in spring
The snow falls in summer and sometimes in spring.
You are heading for another drought your reservoirs are almost dry
Still leaks from your water mains in the streets and I am asking why!!
The animals all suffer and fauna and flowers too
It is starting with the the smaller things but soon to suffer it will be you.
This beautiful green planet that you live in
Is drying up to dessert have you not noticed a thing.
I have warned you till I horse and dropped hints as large as Tsunami and Earthquakes
I am so tired and you just ignore me have any idea how sad, me that makes.
Stop all you selfish clambering and look at what you are doing.
You are melting my ice caps and heading for rack and ruin!
I can only do my best like any loving mother can
But your are not just naughty children you are the race Human.
So hear my voice and listen good, this is your only chance
To save my life and enhance yours, to stop my final deaths’ dance.
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I reworked an old poem for EARTH DAY 22nd April 2015
KL CALEY
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