A Climate of Change

We didn't go abroad this year, we had our summer holiday Here in the UK where it had rained all summer long. We scuba dived in the sea but it was dead, devoid of all Life; we walked the coastal path to where the bungalow Fell in the sea last year, near to the wreck of the oil tanker That ran aground in a winter storm. On the only dry day we had we went for a picnic sitting In a meadow beneath an oak tree but there were no wild Flowers, and no bees either; even the Holly Blue's didn't show. Only the soft noise of fracking in a nearby field. Cows that once Graced that field now stand farting and eating their lives away In a shed that's part of a factory farm. On our last day we sat in the cafe eating cod and Chips, cod caught in the Irish Sea loaded with Caesium 137 and strontium 90 that had been seeping Out of Sellafield nuclear power station over the years. We could have had the Pacific tuna irradiated from the Fukushima fall-out but preferred the cod.