http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/environment/climatechange/6757794/Al-Gore-pens-bleak-climate-change-poem.html
I read the poem when it came out, and decided to pen one of my own. It follows stanza for stanza Gore's effort.
Whatever month you choose,
the world will turn
and tilt as seasons cycle
in their scripted course.
As vapors come and go
from land and sea,
so may some life forms
as they have through
eons past.
Snow falls when
temperatures
dip low,
and rain, where temperate
climate reigns.
And floods, whenever God
allows.
The score of nature is
not ours to tweak.
And lightning burns
the forest for a reason.
Our world is still in flux
and changing,
as all of life,
is here but for a season.
The deserts shift to
fruited plains.
The sea becomes dry land.
But not one change
on this old earth
was wrought by man’s
own hand.
Creatures come and go,
but not because some bell
has rung.
The shepherd does
the best he can.
But in the end
it’s up to God.
Not man.
Dennis Price
Excellent. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteI'd go read Al's, but don't think I could stomach it.
Just put it there so you could reference my rebuttal. Thanks for coming by. Pappy
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