Nature's grieves

Nature's grieves

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
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A old story

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A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
" A old story "
Nature's grieves
 
She sat alone on top of Himalayas.Her flowing long blond hair covered her face. Her tears have been raining on Earth since the nuclear bombs were set off by the India/Pakistan war of 2016.  Beginning the deadly rain. Dropping acid rain killing all the agriculture throughout the Earth.
 
Today is the 1st day of 2036and the  Earth has become dark, lonely and a cold place. The land was dying and the hope for the few humans left was becoming less and less with each day. The wind brought the disease and sickness to every corner of the Earth.
 
The once green Earth was black and dirty. Water was polluted and man hunger to destroy Earth was at bay. Death was peace for the lucky and ninety -five per cent of Earth population was dead. Only the young and strong still has the ability to live now. The old ones died first.
 
The radiation was a terrible death and the body rotted from the inside.The hope and dreams of yesterday were forgotten. Now to live another day was a small miracle. The Goddess Nature has retire to the mountain after the battle to save Earth was lost in 2032.She only cries, leaving soft drops of her tears falling everywhere.  She cannot stop.Man has abused and destroyed the beautiful green Earth.
 
Polluted the great seas and killed off the animals who roam the  Earth. She prayed and wished God would help her. The answer was silence and she raises her beautiful face and cries out. Please help the people of the Earth.
 
Satan was pleased. He was wanting for the end and he saw his victory. He sat in Hell waiting for the last of the humans to join him.
 
Mars was resting in Hell. Satan gave him a place to keep a eye on him. Mars tried to sleep but the memories of wars tormented his soul. He watched overbearing nations create wars to test new weapons. Used children to fight wars. He watched slaughtering of innocence people and children. He dreams he was standing in the middle of a battle and boys of 12 years old killing like rabid dogs.
 
 He fell holding a child and cries to God.  Why is this happening? Silence was his answer. He went to hell and rested.
 
A old beat up building with two people sitting by a fire. The woman is sick and the man Jason was young. He looked outside. The rain has fell everyday of his life. The rain was a curse. It had  killed off all the food and drinking water. He couldn't remember a day when it didn't rain. He wished to see the sun once before he died.
 
Jason hold his wife hands. Her labor was difficult and she held her baby.They named her Kelly Alexander.The child look peaceful. His wife was sickly and he knew her time was short. Jason looked to the sky and he asks God. I know you have forgotten us. Please help my wife and give us a chance. He knew they were wasted words he said daily.
 
He never knew his parent. He was raise by Mr. C.  He was one of the few old ones left. Old C. would told them stories of when food was bought in stores and water came out of sinks clean and tasty. Now death was quick. The old dreams of yesterday now didn't mean too much.They were far away.
 
A man with powerful legs and dressed in white and he walked toward the shack.
 He knew he has to knock softly. The world was a terrible place and fear could cause problems. He knocked softly on the door and Jason awoke and ran for his shotgun.  He goes to the door and ask who is there? He looked out and saw a large man dressed in white. The man asked him, could he share the fire? He has food to share and water to drink. Jason knew not to allow stranger in,.but food and water was difficult to get. His baby and wife needed the food. He opened the door
 and he pointed the weapon at the man.
 
The man was clean and dressed in white. He thought he must be a soldier. His shoes were clean. Jason knew only the soldiers has vehicle and food now. The bandits got food on occasion, but they would not share with the poor and sick.
The man smiled and thank him for allowing him in and he offered bags of fruit and potatoes.  The wife got up and took the bags to the kitchen. Jason put the shotgun down, close by. She whispered thank you so much stranger and she offered to cook. He told her she was sick and please rest and I am Okay.
 
 He told her, the fire was what he needed. Jason introduced himself and his wife Angela. He pointed toward the baby. That is Kelly Alexander. The man asked Jason could he hold the child? He was so happy with the food and water. He allowed it.
 
 The man asked Angela to come to him and he touched her face. He reached in his pocket.  Gave her a bottle of medicine and he told her you need to be strong to take care of your child. The man picked up Kelly Alexander and sangs to her.
 
"Your hands and spirit will bring life back to  Earth.
You will be the shining star to awake a new world."
 
He handed the baby back to Angela and he told told Jason.  Walk 50 yards in front of your shack and dig 50 feet. Ensure you protect and cover it. The water will be clean. Jason thought he is a medicine man. He him him Okay. He begins to fear him now.
 
The man stood up and touched the baby face and he whispered..
 
 "You are the hands and spirit of a new day my Angel."
 
 He thanked Jason and he disappeared into the night.

                        Coyote
 





                        Coyote
 
 
 
 
 




© 2016 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
A old story coming true today. I would appreciate advice and help always.

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'Nature's grieves'
Coyote poetry,
This writing is full of hope even though the foundation is in death. I found that my mind kept thinking that as long as someone cares about a solution there is always hope. You mention different images which speak to the love of nature and of a divine being as well. Great contrast. It is wonderful to enter into another's imagination and let go of the present. Yes war is brutal and death is too but in this writing balance is found in beauty.
Lovely work.
Kathy


Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

4 Years Ago

Than you Kathy. I wrote 24 years ago for my daughter.
Kathy Van Kurin

4 Years Ago

Coyote, thank you for sharing your personal words as you did it was so real and moving. I wondered a.. read more



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Hi, This is a good beginning to your story (puts me in mind of Thunderdome) The storyline is wonderful and will keep your reader interested, but your grammar needs work. You have a tendency to cut your words short and this shifts the tense eg;
"He knocks softly on the door.
Jason awake and run for his shotgun"....1st line is good, but the second line should read;
Jason WOKE and RAN for his shotgun. (past tense)

Many times you cut off the words forgetting 'ed' or 's' it is a shame because I love the story so far :-)


Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Reading this really put some things into perspective for me. Prolific work here, and the meaning is both sombre and ultimately real. What pressure we put our home under. Great write as always.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very great imagination that you have to write this one..However, it is possible that this or something similiar could happen..We will just have to hope and pray that it won't..Keep the creative pen flowing..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..Sara

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Great chapter. It read very smoothly. That's what keeps my attention.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Good story my friend, reminds me of Thunderdome. Mother Earth has endured over millions of years, many such poundings, but she always recovers. The billions of years that have passed and continue to pass are merely a blink of the eye to the maker. This planet will again someday be unlivable by humans, but death to Earth will only come when the maker passes the final judgement.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

so damn unique...
took my breath away once again..

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pretty good chapter in this one.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

that is a great work….
Portrays different facets of reality….
Beautiful narration…



Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Always seems history does repeat itself..this is a wonderful write, Coyote.. you always give us something to think about.. beautiful like babies.

Chloe

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved it. What a captivating story Coyote Poetry. I kept invisioning the angel as being Jesus. I love that it's set in the future. Forcing us to ponder what the future of our earth and our culture as humans will be. Lovely story.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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