The Environment

The following poem was written as part of a poetry-writing event at Spurgeons Academy, to mark World Poetry Day

The Environment

Oh! Where are the trees

That were here last month?

Cut down, cut down, cut down,

So no rain today!

Where is the river

That flowed from here last week?

Dried up, dried up, dried up,

So, crops are no more!

Where are the cool breezes

That we enjoyed every morning?

Gone, gone, gone

So we have no comfort now!

Alas, what the hell

Is this place becoming?

A desert, a desert, a desert

So there is no life here anymore!

What remedy do we have then

To this impending menace?

Conserve, conserve, conserve the environment

So that future generations can have food to eat

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