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KSN - Vol 20, No 2 - Nature PoetryVolume 20, Number 2 - December 1973

Nature Poetry

by John Breukelman

ABOUT THIS ISSUE

Published by The Kansas State Teachers College of Emporia

Prepared and issued by The Department of Biology, with the cooperation of the Division of Education

Editor: Robert J. Boles

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James S. Wilson, Gilbert A. Leisman, Harold Durst, Robert F. Clarke

Adapted online edition by: Terri Weast

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KSN - Vol 20, No 2 - Nature PoetryABOUT THE AUTHOR

John Breukelman, Professor Emeritus of Biology, Kansas State Teachers College

The author of the "Nature Poetry" number of The Kansas School Naturalist was a professor of biology at KSTC from 1929 until his retirement in 1968. He was the chairman of the committee that founded the Naturalist in 1954, and was the editor for its first fourteen years. Breukelman Hall, the biology portion of the science-mathematics complex, was named in his honor in 1970. He is working on another issue
of the Naturalist , to deal with the environment; this will probably appear in April 1974.

ABOUT THIS EDITION'S IMAGES

From the author: I wish to acknowledge, in addition to those mentioned elsewhere, the following:

Dr. Robert J. Boles for the photograph of the stone fence, page 11;
Dr. Dwight Spencer for the photograph of the coyote, page 6;
The National Audubon Society for the photograph of the raccoon, page 9;
My wife Ruth for her careful reading of the manuscript and for assistance in the selection of my own verse; my granddaughters, Felisa and Geri Yoder, for their help in the page arrangement.

All photographs not otherwise credited were taken by the author.


Nature Poetry

by John Breukelman

Cover text:

1
that spring should vanish with the rose!

2
Sumer is icumen in

3
What flowers are these?

4
The common sun, the air, the skies

5
The swan on still St. Mary's Lake

6
From Greenland's icy mountains

7
thou deep and dark blue ocean

8
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat

9
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing

10
like moonbeams on a river

11
purple mountain majesties

12
the wild geese sailing high

13
Wild flowers on the hills

14
beasts with kingly eyes

15
Trail with daisies and barley

KEY TO QUOTATIONS
ON FRONT COVER

  1. RUBAIYAT. Omar Khayyam, 1070-1123,
    translated from Persian by Edward
    Fitzgerald. 1809-1883.
  2. CUCKOO SONG, Anonymous, about 1250
  3. ALL FOOLS, George Chapman, 1559-1634

  4. ODE, Thomas Gray, 1716-1771
  5. YARROW UNVISITED, William Wordsworth, 1770-1850
  6. FROM GREENLAND'S ICY MOUNTAINS, Reginald Heber, 1783-1826
  7. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE, Lord Byron, 1788-1826
  8. THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT, Edward Lear, 1812-1888
  9. WHEN LILACS LAST IN DOORYARD BLOOM'D, Walt Whitman, 1819-1892
  10. TWO-SCORE AND TEN , John Trowbridge, 1827-1916
  11. AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL, Katharine Lee Bates, 1929-1959
  12. EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE, William Carruth, 1859-1924
  13. APRIL RAIN, Robert Loveman, 1864-1923
  14. ODE TO WALT WHITMAN, Stephen Vincent Benet, 1898-1943
  15. FERN HILL, Dylan Thomas, 1914-1953

"To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.. . "

So wrote the youthful William Cullen Bryant in 1821; indeed, nature does speak a various language. Those who love nature return the compliment, writing and speaking about her in various forms, such as prose, poetry, and as Judith Jacobs has said , "prose-related writings with overtones of verse." Much of the world's poetry is nature-oriented. As is hinted by the quotations on the front cover of this number of The Kansas School Naturalist, this has been true from the early days of English writing.

Some nature poetry is entirely or mainly descriptive, as for example, THE SEASONS, by James Thomson (1700-1748):

"The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue,
And polyanthus of unnumbered dyes . . "

More often, nature poetry makes use of figurative language, allusion, symbolism, and indirection, in order to set the stage for the expression of experience that goes beyond mere description. Thus MEETING AT NIGHT, by Robert Browning 0812-1889), begins with:

"The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low...."

as though it might be only a description of a marine landscape. But it closes with these lines:

"And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating, each to each."

So the first lines are not merely descriptive, but also the introduction to a trip, by rowboat and on foot, that leads to the meeting of sweethearts. Most nature poetry, by the use of words descriptive of plants, animals, oceans, mountains, deserts, woods, and all the other endlessly varied features of our surroundings, really deals with love, patriotism, religion, and what-not, expressed in such a way as to appeal to the emotions.

I am presenting here some representative samples of nature poetry, from the classics to the present, and written by both children and adults.

I really have no "favorite" but if I had to pick one just for the record it would probably be this untitled one (No. 1052) by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), reprinted here exactly as she wrote it, and as it appears in the Johnson Edition. Miss Dickinson, well known for her short meaning-packed poems, lived most of her life as a near recluse in Amherst, Massachusetts. Only three or four of her nearly 1800 poems were published during her lifetime.

I never saw a Moor -
never saw the Sea -
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.

I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven -
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given -

Reprinted by permission of the publishers and the Trustees of Amherst from Thomas H. Johnson. Editor. THE POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON. Cambridge. Mass.: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. Copyright 1951. 1951. by The President and Fellows of Harvard College.

To me the exquisite little jewel of nature poetry is FOG, by Carl Sandburg (1878-1971), Illinois poet who wrote eight books of poetry, received a Pulitzer Prize for his historical work on Lincoln, and was characterized by Untermeyer as a "guitar-playing anachronism, an ancient Viking who speaks and sings with a mid-western drawl."

FOG

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

From CHICAGO POEMS by Carl Sandburg, copyright, 1916 by Holt, Rinehart and Winston, Inc., renewed, 1944, by Carl Sandburg. Reprinted by permission of Hartcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc.

Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) wrote seven books of poetry, including many of high lyric quality and many of interest to children. It has been said of her that "her mood-provoking poems are her biography." I have particularly enjoyed STARS.

STARS

Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still

And a heaven full of stars
Over my head,
White and topaz
And misty red;

Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
That aeons
Cannot vex or tire;

Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Stately and still

And know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty.

Reprinted bv permission from COLLECTED POEMS of Sara Teasdale, copyright 1920 by The Macmillan Company, renewed 1948 by Mamie T. Wheless.

Judith Alymere Jacobs, who retired from KSTC in 1964, taught Education in the college and English and drama in Roosevelt High School; she now lives on the family farm (Solbakken) near Hudson, Wisconsin. Here are five examples from her almost 800 "prose-related writings with overtones of verse" that have been published.

NATURE SINGS

April is a song
Stirring in the harp-like branch
Of a cherry tree.

CLOUDS THAT WARM

Dark clouds,
project your gloom;
for if you hover low,
frost may not nip our late asters
tonight.

Reprinted by permission from the first, third, and sixth booklets in the series AROUND SOLBAKKEN: copyright 1967, 1969, and 1972 by Judith Alymere Jacobs.

 

Richard Dorer, who wrote THE FOREST MONARCH, is the retired chief of Minnesota's Bureau of Game. He helped to establish the first soil conservation districts in his state and was the father of the "Save Minnesota Wetlands" program under which some 250,000 acres are being set aside for wildlife habitat.

THE FOREST MONARCH

The wilderness was gorgeously arrayed
In Autumn's radiant robes of every shade
And I stood in its midst, a towering tree,
Fashioned to fullness by the Deity
Who clothed me in a most alluring gown
And raised my spire above the forest's crown.

EARLY WINTER

How silent the day;
how sterile the mold.
How quiet the elm;
how bitter the cold.
How grey the clouds;
how massive, how low;
hunched--ready to leap
with a burst of snow.

THE EAGLE HAS LANDED

Exult!
A lone "Eagle,"
talons and wings outspread,
descends to its craggy aerie -
the Moon.

THE REAL CULPRITS

The farmer displayed his red fox pelts;
proudly he showed his goodly lot.
Saved field mice squeaked their grateful cheers -
then ate their benefactor's crop.

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Reprinted by permission from THE GHOST TREE SPEAKS by Richard J. Dorer: copyright 1964. Ross and Haines, Inc. The accompanying drawing is by Walter J. Breckenridge, retired director at the University of Minnesota Museum of Natural History, who is well known throughout Kansas School Naturalist territory for his Audubon Screen Tours.

Kenneth Porter, Professor Emeritus of History at the University of Oregon, was born near Sterling, Kansas, and was on the faculty of Southwestern College, Winfield, from 1936 to 1938. The following view of the coyote is from his book, The High Plains.

KSN - Vol 20, No 2 - Nature PoetryCOYOTE

W,e check our ponies. "Look" says he
"A coyote!" "Where?" my strained eyes ask
vainly. And then the feral mask
slit eyes and lolling tongue, I see

of that lean prairie-wolf, the one
fit genius of the desert-land,
with pelt as yellow as the sand
and eyes as golden as the sun.

And still across the barren plain,
the dust and dazzle of the years,
his pointed muzzle and prick-ears
are etched fang-sharp upon my brain.

With brush held low, a swift gray-brown
wind-shadow in the faded grass,
he vanishes - none sees him pass -
on feet of steel and thistle-down.

Copyright 1938, by Kenneth Porter: reprinted from THE HIGH PLAINS by Kenneth Porter, by permission of The John Day Company, publisher.

 

Verne N. Rockcastle, who gave us this view of the chipmunk, is a Professor of Science Education at Cornell University. He was for several years the editor of the Cornell Science Leaflet, which was the pattern for The Kansas School Naturalist.

KSN - Vol 20, No 2 - Nature PoetryCHIPMUNK

Furry, striped friend with mumps
Who catches berries under stumps,
How do you fare beneath the snow
When wintry blasts begin to blow?
I watched your summer's scurried reaping
Of seeds and nuts and, for your sleeping,
Mouthfuls of leafy bits and bark
To keep you snug in frigid dark.
They say you doze till winter's past,
That though you hoard enough to last
For several seasons underground,
There's plenty left when spring rolls 'round.
Why, then, insist on frenzied forage
When half as much is ample storage?

Reprinted from Cornell Science Leaflet, Vol. 57, No.3. March 1964, by permission of the author, who also supplied the accompanying photograph.

Gary Snyder, who lives in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains in California, tries to speak for the non-human realms in his poems. He held Bolligen and Guggenheim Fellowships and has received several poetry award. WITHOUT is from his recent book MANZANITA.

WITHOUT

the silence
of nature
within.

the power within.
the power
without.

The path is whatever passes - no
end in itself.

the end is,
grace - ease -
healing,
not saving.

singing.
the proof
the proof of the power within.

From MANZANITA by Gary Snyder, reprinted with the permission of Gary Snyder, copyright 1972.

HAIKU

I became fascinated with haiku (both singular and plural) when I first encountered them in a college English course. In its strict arrangement this Japanese verse form consists of three lines, of seventeem syllables arranged 5-7-5. The haiku I turned in for my class assignment was:

Japanese haiku -
five syllables, then seven,
and then five again.

One of the best known of Japanese haiku was written in 1686 by the famous poet Basho (1644-1694), who is thought to have started writing at the age of nine. Translated literally, this haiku goes:

Old pond;
frog jump in,
water-sound.

In English, this does not meet the 5-7-5 requirement, but in Japanese it does:

Furu-ike-ya
kawazu tobi-komu
mizu-no-oto.

From the book AN INTRODUCTION TO HAIKU by Harold G. Henderson: copyright 1958, reprinted with the permission or Doubleday & Company, Inc.

Two of my favorite haiku are the opener, by Buson (1715-1783), and the closing one, by Sora (1648-1710), in Cherry Blossoms, which is Series III of a four-part set.

NEW YEAR'S EVE

I can snore in peace.
the New Year won't confront me
till tomorrow noon.

DEATH SONG

On the last long road
when I fall and fail to rise.
I'll bed with flowers.

Reprinted from CHERRY BLOSSOMS, JAPANESE HAIKU, SERIES III, translated by Peter Beilenson: copyright 1960 by The Peter Pauper Press.

Because of the shortness, haiku must depend on suggestion and allusion; they cannot give detailed descriptions. This very limitation, however, makes a haiku an interesting way to express a quick impression, a snapshot as it were, of a natural feature. I have had a lot of fun doing haiku, a few samples
of which follow.

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CYPRESS

Why should the cypress
standing forever in place
have, of all things, knees?

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BEAVER

The eager beaver
who carved this aspen sculpture
followed nature's plan.

ROOTS

Mythical creature?
No - the once essential roots
of a fallen spruce.

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RACCOON

Equally at home
in the woods, or in the towns
raiding garbage cans.

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ICE

A Kansas ice storm
comes with a gift of beauty -
also destruction.

DAFFODIL

Unrequited love,
nemesis for Narcissus,
bright orange, yellow.

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TOGETHER

Neptune and driftwood, how came you thus on the Georgia beach?

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CHILDREN AND POETRY

Children seem to have natural affinity for poetry. They not only like the rhythms of the
Mother Goose Rhymes and other "children's poems" but many, if not most, of them like to
make up verses themselves. I was one of these; the oldest "poem" I still have in my possession
was written in 1911, when I was at the ripe age of ten. It goes like this:

Snowflakes look like stars,
Some flowers look like moons,
The wind sounds like a coyote,
And the rain makes drumming tunes.

I must have had help from an understanding teacher, because in the Dakota plains where I grew up snow was something you used to make snow men, or to build snow forts for snowball battles, or something you
had to shovel out of the way - not to be compared with stars. My next one was a year later; by then I had adopted the "Little BoPeep" format:

SHEP

My old dog Shep
Has lost his pep
And doesn't know where to find it.
He likes to lay
Around all day
And doesn't seem to mind it.

My daughter, Mrs. Claire Schelske of Ann Arbor, Michigan, when she was a pupil in the third grade at the laboratory school on the KSTC campus, wrote several, of which my favorite is one about kittens:

KSN - Vol 20, No 2 - Nature PoetryHave you ever played with kittens
With soft and furry mittens?
When you pet them to sleep
Their mittens turn to paws
But when you play too rough with them
They turn to long sharp claws.

My daughter. Mrs. Robert Yoder of Peabody, Kansas, when she was teaching a group of educable retarded children at Hillsboro, Kansas, used poetry writing as an interest developer. On one occasion when she suggested the format: 1. the subject; 2. a two-word line describing the subject; 3. a three-word line telling what the subject does; 4. a four-word line telling how the subject makes the writer feel, one of the 12-year old girls wrote this about boys.

Boys
Rough tough
They make noise
Bad sad mad glad
Boys.

The most interesting thing about children and poetry I have seen recently was an article entitled "Child as Poet and Parent as Child" by James F . Mersmann, on the editorial page of the Kansas City Star, February 4, 1973. The following is reprinted from the article, by permission of Dr. Mersmann, Professor of English, Benedictine College, Atchison, Kansas.

"For me one of the best kinds of sharing and 'making' with my children is the making of poetry . . Sometimes road trips that might otherwise have been filled with quarrels or brain-rattling car games, have been relieved for a few moments by our attention to the possible poetry along the road. 'What do these
silos look like?' Maybe the first answer is 'huge bullets' but if you are a gentle parent you probably don't encourage that; you suggest that perhaps a more imaginative image can be found. Finally some one finds it:

KSN - Vol 20, No 2 - Nature PoetrySilver-topped silo;
some giant forgot
his thermos bottle

Other poems we have made along the road:

The water tower
stands by the road;
a silver spider.

Bright sunlight on broken cars;
the junkyard is full of stars.

The plane is a bumble bee;
the city opens like a flower.

But the road poem I like best of all came one black evening:

The dark runs away
down the road in the night;
dark, why are you
afraid of the light?

(Answer me that. oh ye metaphysicians?)

In the article Dr. Mersmann referred to such poems as "irregular haiku." Here are three more examples:

The little dog is
dirty. I pet him anyway
his eyes are very clean.

The procupine's quills
stick out all over; maybe
he never gets hugged.

I thought mud puddles
were ugly; then I caught one
pretending to be the sky.

Concerning the educational uses of poetry, Verne Rockcastle commented as follows in the March 1964 number of Cornell Science Leaflet: "if, along with the reading of poems such as included in this Leaflet, the teacher will encourage close and accurate observation of the living things about which the poems are
written, then the poems will give a full measure of their intended value - enjoyment of good verse, and a closer look at the natural environment. As children are led to look, they are led to wonder; as they wonder, they can be led to think and experiment; as they experiment, they will learn. From learning from nature, they will grow in understanding and appreciation.

Natural science today can be presented to youngsters in dejuiced, objective form that asks only answers to questions, or it can be presented in a form that combines the spirit of the poet with the analytical curiosity of the scientist and makes learning a joy. So these poems are presented to you-for enjoyment and learning."


AMERICAN INDIAN POETRY

American Indian poetry is inseparably blended with song, dance, and other activities, even with prayer. In fact, many of the dances are prayers. Because there was no written language, other than some ideographic
memoranda, the poems (songs, prayers) were passed on by word of mouth, reinforced by melody and dance. Since Indians live close to nature, much of their poetry is of course nature-oriented, both in its origin and development. Two examples follow, one a description of the house in natural terms, the
other a traditional prayer to the Great Spirit who is in and of all nature.

MY HOUSE

My house is made of logs.
Once these logs were trees growing.
They were trees standing tall.
Now they make the walls of my house.
Hilltop and sun and wind,
grass and stars and trees,
I need you for my house.

Reprinted from SINGING SIOUX COWBOY by Ann Clark, published by United States Indian Service, printed by Haskell Institute (now Haskell Indian Junior College), Lawrence, Kansas, 1947.

 

AN INDIAN PRAYER

O GREAT SPIRIT,
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me! I am small and weak,
I need your strength and wisdom.
LET ME WALK IN BEAUTY,
and make my eyes ever behold
the red and purple sunset.
MAKE MY HANDS RESPECT
the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
MAKE ME WISE
so that I may understand
the things you have taught my people.
LET ME LEARN THE LESSONS
you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I SEEK STRENGTH,
not to be greater than my brother,'
but to fight my greatest enemy-myself.
MAKE ME ALWAYS READY
to come to you with
clean hands and straight eyes.
SO WHEN LIFE FADES,
as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you
without shame.

A traditional Sioux prayer provided by Red Cloud Indian School (Holy Rosary Mission). Father Ted Zuern. Director. Pine Ridge, South Dakota.

The rest of the space in this number of The Naturalist is occupied by samples of my own writing. They were done at various times from the early thirties to 1973. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

BEAUTY

Anyone with open eyes
may "look on Beauty bare,"
also in rose and butterfly,
sunshine, rain, and air.
To him whose quest is beauty,
beauty is everywhere.

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THOSE LONG STONE FENCES

A lovely Sunday drive;
Restful it should have been
But that my mind would not
Forget those tired men
Who placed flat stone on stone
To make a measured pile
So high, so wide, so long,
Mile after weary mile;
So I arrived at home
With aching back and arms -
Just seeing those stone fences
Surrounding Flint Hills farms.

KSN - Vol 20, No 2 - Nature PoetryDESERT

All the way to the far horizon
extends the solid shifting sea
on which we stand.

A soft wind
blows the hard sharp sand
in rippling wavelets
erasing our footprints
as though we had been
wading
in warm and lazy
grainy water.

KSN - Vol 20, No 2 - Nature PoetryPLAINS OF KANSAS

"Kansas is a level plain"
In the geography book,
But not where you stop the car
To get out and look.

Not at Coronado Heights
Or where the Flint Hills are,
Not at Tonganoxie Lake
Or Fegan or Lone Star,
And not the bluffs of Atchison
The breaks of the Saline,
The chalk cliffs of the dinosaurs
Or the Barber County scene,
And not along the Skyline Road
Or Smoky Hill terrain-
But in the book Kansas is
A flat and level plain.

LENGTH vs STRENGTH

The big abductor muscle
of the clam is stronger
but the starfish hangs on longer
And always wins the tussle;
stubbornness of greater length
prevails against mere muscle strength.

THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES
Charles Darwin

In the competition
among things alive
most of the time
the fittest survive
and this survival
in nature means
that the fittest send on
their fitness genes
to make their offspring
ever more fit
and so on and on -
well, that's about it.

THE OCEAN

If I had never seen
The swell of the ocean
With its rolling surf,
I would still know
What it looks like
For I have stood at sunset
Facing an evening breeze
Viewing the distant horizon
Across a green-gold field
Of Kansas wheat.

FOSSILS

Nature's hieroglyphic record
has never been completed;
some of the pages have been lost
and sentences deleted,
many words too dim or blurred
for reading with finality;
but Nature wrote the record with
complete impartiality.

A FURROW MAY REMAIN

A furrow in the soil
cuts living roots, not so
the tracks of rabbits
in the snow.

Before the wind and sun
a snow-track disappears;
a furrow may remain
for years.

THE LITTLE ROAD

The little road is hidden now
sealed by frozen snows
but here, a thousand miles away,
I know just where it goes.

Though it's but a narrow road
it is not hard to see
either through the eyes of dreams
or those of revery.

KSN - Vol 20, No 2 - Nature PoetryWINGS

With sudden darting motion
an oriole goes by;
a falcon slowly circles
into the azure sky;
whirling wings of maple seeds
transport them through the air,
and our imaginations' wings
can take us anywhere.

TO A HOUSE SPARROW

You little pest,
why don't you layoff
the eaves trough
when you build your nest
this season? ... for
if you don't clog the pipe
I won't have to gripe
about sparrows any more.

NEVER BEFORE

The sky had never been so blue,
never the clouds so white,
the irises so purple,
everything so right -
the roses never were so red,
never the grass so green
until you stood beside me
to share with me the scene.

TOMATO

Do you say toe-may-toe
to rhyme with potato,
or maybe toe-mah-toe
as in pizzicato,
or perhaps tUh-may-ta
to go with pro rata?
It will taste the same
by whichever name.

KSN - Vol 20, No 2 - Nature PoetryBIRDS OF A FEATHER

"Birds of a feather flock together."
Who said that? A man,
mindful of his companions?

They're a cosmopolitan lot,
these close companions of his -

Wherever he goes they go;
in his home they dwell;
they travel in his ships and trains;
they sleep in his bedrooms;
they help him eat his daily bread -

The house cricket and silverfish,
the cockroach and the moth,
the rat and the timorous mouse,
the persistent fly in the house.

CHRISTMAS TREES

The cedars in the back yard
this snowy day
as though it was Christmas
need no tinfoil icicles
or other baubles
because they are
self-decorated.

ENERGY CRISIS

How many foot-pounds go to waste
as the Kansas winds go by in haste?

How many windmills could they turn?
How much energy could we earn,
and without fuel to dig and burn?

As the winds go by from sea to sea
they bring us energy all for free
with no pollution and no debris.

Will windmills one day dot the plains
meeting energy crisis with energy gains?

WHY NOT?

Said ma skunk
to her kiddies
"let us spray."

Said the pious
papa tiger
"let us prey."

We use 2-4-0
as a wild
lettuce spray.

COPY CAT

An echo does promptly
what it sets out to do;
an echo is accurate
but adds nothing new.

ONLY ONE EARTH

What further resources can we use?
How many species can we banish?
How many errors can we make?
What food cycles can we break?
What habitats permit to vanish?
What more can we afford to lose?
For what it is worth,
we have only one earth.


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