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Our Mother Earth

Updated on June 23, 2013

Water trickling down a clear, cold spring,

A pair of sparrows in an old oak tree harmonizing as they sing,

Grass so vibrantly green and soft,

An eagle soaring overhead his majestic wings spread to keep him aloft,

A doe with her spotted fawn in tow,

Stops by for a drink beneath an old weeping willow,

While we fight wars and argue over who is right,

Mother nature perseveres but is losing the fight,

We humans destroy everything we touch,

We have killed many and trashed so much,

The Earth is our mother and she gives us life,

And in return we wound her and cause her strife,

We throw garbage in our rivers and woods,

Pump poison in the air to manufacture our goods,

We rob her of precious minerals that keep her alive,

To make our lives easier or so we can go for a drive,

The day we end it all is approaching all too fast,

We have sold our children's future for wealth that doesn't last.

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      Billy Joseph Ethridge 4 years ago from Georgetown, S.C.

      Thank you!

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      rose-the planner 4 years ago from Toronto, Ontario-Canada

      This is such a beautiful poem! You are very talented. Thank you for sharing. (Voted Up) -Rose