Poems+2009

No Longer Clean

I see the river murky and green No surprises why it is no longer clean So I look up stream I see a pipe with gunk and junk poring out of its spout along with a group of dying trout So I sat down and wondered what it used to be like In a land that was clean If only I had seen......

By Camille Healy

Summer Autumn Winter Spring As the seasons come and go Each bird puts on a different show The songs change with no reason Preparing for the brand new season The grasshoppers and crickets chirp heavenly slow Branches swaying to and fro Green grass scatted with orange hair Listen, for in the distance the warthog sneers By Camille Healy