Several
readers have asked when I intend to record more of my poems for You Tube. Well,
soon I hope. However, Graham, my close friend and cameraman works full-time so
is not often available and I have been unable to get anyone else interested.
For those
of you who may be interested but haven’t yet seen and heard my capers on You
Tube,
We only
do it for fun (and that includes heading straight for the nearest pub
afterwards) but hopefully people will enjoy our efforts. I will be posting more
on You Tube throughout the year, weather and cameraman availability permitting.
Meanwhile...
The world's growing population requires that we provide for its housing and other needs. We should not forget, though, that nature provides not only for its own protection but ours too. Our taking from nature without giving back is already making itself menacingly felt in various ways, and will likely haunt future generations with even greater menace. Deforestation especially, leaves us all exposed to climate change,
EARMARKED FOR DEVELOPMENT
Archived, children at play
where
once were trees and grass;
echoes of sunny laughter
but splinters of broken glass
Carefree voices, last heard
drifting away like autumn leaves;
carbuncles springing up
where Earth Mother grieves
Manna for the developers,
demand ever outstripping supply;
grass all concreted over,
(a time to live, a time to die?)
Nobody left likely to recall
how things were once-upon-a-tree
come nature, fairy tale...
Carbuncles, the new poetry
Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2016
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004; rev. ed. in e-format in preparation.]
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