Birth Rights

A look at our certain future!

Granddaughter Payton

Wheat fields wave across the meadow

bright yellow 'neath a sky of blue

Beautiful swaths of sun bleached straw

cut down long before their due

So like the children of our city

colored yellow, red, brown and gold

Living out their lives in dog years

struck down long before they're old

This sickness flows through our land

leaving the helpless and despaired

Where all are made to be thrown out

none are saved or even repaired

When the silent spring finally comes

and all the birds are in a museum

We'll sell our birthright for a song

so children can pay to see them

Then all the beauty will be gone

as our grandchildren run out to play

Not under blue or 'cross the green

but in the trash from yesterday

Written August 13, 2009

All rights reserved

Author's Note

At the rate we are going we are sadly destined as a race for a dry, dusty, polluted, future. Devoid of beauty, music, children or hope!.

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

you are by far, one of the most talented writers I have had the pleasure to meet.. I absolutely love this.. I love the picture, the font, color, the message, the flow, the rhythm, the imagery, each carefully selected word.. It feels light and hopeful and yet at the same time like a harsh wake up call.. nice job as always..

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you April I smiled upon reading that and felt I had accomplished what I set out to do.I am humbled and honored.

[AprilRN1210]

I am glad I could make you smile.. Your poetry always makes me FEEL.. I love the depth of emotion in which you write your meaningful pieces.. you always walk away feeling like you learned something or experienced something worthwhile... I would say it was a home run with this one sir.. You are more than welcome, my friend.. It is I, who is honored.. :)

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you my friend.

[AprilRN1210]

anytime.. I love reading your work... It is my pleasure..

[Pryde Foltz]

Wheat fields wave across the meadow
bright yellow neath a sky of blue
Beautiful swaths of sun bleached straw
cut down long before their due

When we rediscover the beauty of our spirit we will reclaim the beauty of this planet. Really, really wonderful write.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Pryde I wish it werent so But we as a species seem unable to recognize just how detrimental we are to our own survival thank you.