Lack of Care

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #387

Words:  calls, wild, world, repenting, knees, walk, lonely, pebbles, love, air, trees, despair

We need to take a knee,
protest and repent
our treatment of the wild,
their lonely calls of despair,
trees growing in polluted
air, pebbles tossed without
love or care. Walk along
shores where oil-slicked
fish lay dying. We have
poisoned their world.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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