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and farewell

By Thomas DurbinPublished 8 months ago 1 min read

Alas, new friends,

I greet you in haste.

Please first excuse

the stockpiles of waste.

Of planet Earth,

you will now get your first taste.

Watch your step

and don't mind that whiff.

It will soon pass

for the breeze is stiff.

A mountain of

cat litter under the cliff.

Upon the beach

tread not in potion.

No shells will come

with tidal motion.

The rust-brown water,

we once knew as the ocean.

Beyond the cliff

across this wide land,

where once widely

roamed ancestral bands,

you'll find only

a remnant, prairie once grand.

High overhead

in grey sky above,

Once flew great birds,

the eagle and dove.

Now rains acid

downward from grey skies above.

Aside from the

air, land, and the sea,

what can I show

that's pleasing to thee?

At a loss do

I stand as visitors flee.

performance poetry

About the Creator

Thomas Durbin

Raised in rural east-central Illinois, I appreciate nature and the environment. I'm a father, grandfather, professional engineer-scientist, leader, scouts leader, coach, stoic, minimalist, costumer, historian, traveler, and writer.

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  • Alex H Mittelman 8 months ago

    Great work! Fantastic!

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