Litter distresses me. I often pick it up on my walks. We are currently having a problem with an American company, Cantaax, which wants to store underground gas in local disused salt mines.


Garbage Grumle

Our planet Earth began pure and fair,
now peopled by humans who don't seem to care.
Our trees and hedges make homes for the birds,
but garbage nearby leaves me just lost for words.

We need more respect for this Earth of ours,
(to clean up my street took us several hours.)
Twelve bags of rubbish are startling facts,
what a message this sends to our enemy Cantaax!

Remember the problems we're having with gas,
and gather your litter in boxes and sacks.
Cans of lager and Coke, defunct plastic bags -
alco-pop bottles and packets of fags.
Beneath a mountain of rubbish I fear
our cute rural village will soon disappear.




Poetry by normalil
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Written on 2007-03-14 at 23:27

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