Today’s challenge is to write a poem in keeping with Earth Day — it could be a reflection on what’s growing in your garden, a modern pastoral, or a Marianne-Moore-style poem about an animal. Anything to do with the natural world is fair game…
I remember as a child being able to wade out into rivers and drink the fresh flowing water from my knee. This was completely acceptable behavior during camping expeditions and in my part of the world, fresh water was once abundant. I never thought twice about being able to enjoy the fresh flowing water from a stream on the back of a mountain.
Nowadays it seems to be quite different, and certainly not a recommended practice as far as anyone is concerned. We can’t drink from streams directly and need filters, boiled water, and other chemical treatments to ensure our own safety.
Poisoned BrookI embraced you as a child, As you ran through the wild, Hills and valley beyond, Into a distant pond. My fingers I would lace, Cupping you to my face, To quench my own thirst, Loving each gentle slurp. With a flick of my wrist, A rush that is so bliss, The thrill upon my cheek, With you rippling beneath. Fresh valley spring, Or mountain tear, Your rich goodness, Was always there. Yet it feels like a heartbeat, Just a second of time maybe, When your beautiful grace, Stopped appealing to my face. Upon your distant shores, Fungai grew in close hordes, A fowl green sticky stench, The dose of poison began. You were once so crystal clear, Now your murky depths I fear, Through no fault of your own, It’s just a seed we have sown. May our future turn back the clock, To distant time that can’t be forgot, Lets rectify this insanity, For the sake of humanity. (c) 2013 P.J. Bayliss