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It's Getting Warm In Here
Global warming on the rise every year.
Our Mid-west winter's not the same.
Use to get inches of drifting snow,
now precipitation mainly falls as rain.
January days with temperatures,
Spring-time mild.
Confused little buds on the lilacs.
Unnatural warmth, giving false hopes
to the small blooming child.
The Canadian Goose use to fly away
further on south from here.
Carpet of feathered friends now,
sitting upon the lake.
This unusual warmth
keeps them near.
No snow for angels to be made.
No men to build with eyes of coal.
No ice on the pond to skate across,
like in the days I recall, long ago.
Global warming increasing every year
Too many humans, existing here.
Burning up the fossil fuels.
Destruction of our beautiful mother,
is one of my greatest fears.
Humans seem to live in such a
ME- ME- ME world
It's all vanity and govermental lies
Couldn't care less about this Earth...
and how sacred it is, to you and I.
Penned January 26, 2006
Laura Horner
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