Poems About the Environment

Run with me through the prairies Stand with me atop the canyons Look with me down the valleys

Garland

I WAS MAKING A GARLAND THAT WAS LOOKING LIKE A WHITE BAND THE FLOWER WAS VERY WHITE

HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME TO GROW LITTLE BY LITTLE I WILL GROW FOOT BY FOOT I WILL GROW MY ROOT

The Sky tightly grips his transparent shield as it disintegrates. Mother Earth is exposed to

Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,

Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,

Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,

Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,

waves of suspision splashed on the shore, finding what truly matters always fathomed my mind.

Sunday

Sunday's magic will soon unfold, With books, tea, and fireplaces. The sun glints through my reading hole,

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