Once was a land as green as could be,
Visitors came to have a look-see.
Plastics piled into trash
Global havoc now to crash,
Forever polluting our once-blue sea.
-IB
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Iris Brooks
Iris Brooks has hundreds of published travel and culture stories based on journeys to all of the continents. She is attracted to Japanese aesthetics including haikus. See more at the NLS website, www.NLScreativemedia.com
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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Highlights the issue of plastic pollution in a concise and impactful way.🙏👍👍💝💖