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A Cry For Help

My name is Peter the Pelican I'm nothing special at all I fly around as I'm supposed to But this day I was close to a fall Every day when I take to the skies They are blue and sometimes grey But this day I never imagined That my bluey seas would decay Oozing from metal giants Now appearing after millions of years Mans honey as they seem to be happy Every find I hear all their cheers One day their tears turned to shouts For much of it was getting away My blue was turning to a distasteful mix In the place where I always played One day without a care in the world As I dived for a meal one morn On surfacing I struggled to respond Splashing I became so worn My feathers were not responding I'm drifting close to the shore Amid a sea of thickening black I sense the closing of my pores What little strength I have left As I lie in decaying kelp I flap my wings and hope in my heart Someone hears a cry for help http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-12.php

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Gordon Hickman

Date: 10/28/2010 3:29:00 AM

Well done James, a cry for help indeed. Never was the old saying, 'One Man's meat is another one's poison' more true than in this case. Man is responsible for doing untold harm in this wonderful Word, and I'm sure he was put here to look after it! which makes it a very sad saga. Thanks for your visit and comment James. hicky

Harry Horsman

Date: 10/19/2010 7:15:00 AM

This poem could well be the Anthem for the fallen, those destroyed by man's folly. awesome James. Harry

John Loving Iii

Date: 10/18/2010 5:02:00 PM

i dont rate much. to say the least not at all. but for this i gave you a seven. it touched me deeply as i knew that in thousands of cases this is true. and mans little efforts to save a few; are just that, just a few. theres a race of animals being discrimanated against. striped of their rights freedoms and lives;in our courts. in our voting booths. man does'nt care. nor will he listen. John Henry Loving III

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/18/2010 3:01:00 PM

A very intelligent and thoughtful write on the plight of the animals who were injured by the oil. Peter the Pelican, unfortunately, represents many! And now he's one of my favorites. Love, Carolyn

Diane Locksley

Date: 10/18/2010 2:55:00 PM

So many birds and fish suffered from the oil spill, James. I like the way you brought the story of Peter the Pelican to life using the first-person approach. I wonder what the animals would say to us if they could speak -- perhaps just what you said. Great poem and I replied to your mail.

Sylvia Coulstock

Date: 10/18/2010 12:28:00 PM

Hi James A good poem conveys the sad plight of some of our sea birds especially when there's an oil spillage.I think you've described this so well and stirred my feelings.I have however seen the altruistic side of people emerge as they try to rescue them.Almost like out of the lesser evil comes the greater good.How I have to look at things in life. Thanks for your support and friendship. luv June-remember.

Phyllis Babcock

Date: 10/18/2010 10:17:00 AM

James you almost have me crying for this poor bird and yes those oil slicks have killed many a poor bird and thank goodness we have people who go out to save what they can. God Bless Phyl

Sharon Ruebel

Date: 10/18/2010 9:32:00 AM

James, What a wonderful and well expressed poem! Thank you for this and for reminding us of our responsibilities we all share in this beautiful world. As Always, Shar