L Milton Hankins Poet Quatern

Endangered Species

My fingers feverishly racing over the keys,
Searching for the words…the right words
To express in verse my embattled pleas
On behalf of endangered animals and birds.

I was moved to adopt their cause of late
My fingers feverishly racing over the keys,
Recalling the awful fate of Arctic baby seals
Watching a video brought me to my knees.

Learning of the garbage found on high seas
Can we restore them to pristine condition?
My fingers feverishly racing over the keys
While daily, our earth is in blighting attrition.

Soon, rampant pollution will overcome us
If we do not take up this cause, so please
Remember, as a contribution to the crisis,
My fingers feverishly racing over the keys. 

Written July 3, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger July 6, 2022 at 2:10 AM Ecology is something that our great grandchildren are going to wish we had taken more seriously; the baby seals fate is unconscionable. L Milton Hankins July 6, 2022 at 9:24 AM Yes, it is. I have really had a burden in my heart for them for a long, long time. I just fear we are passing on the buck to future generations, for whom it will be too late.

Gary Radice July 5, 2022 at 2:53 AM It's ironic that the only beings on this planet who are able to prevent destruction are the very same beings who provoke it. I was going to say I enjoyed reading your poem Milt but perhaps 'enjoyed' is the wrong word. Best say I was stirred by your excellent write. Cheers - Gary L Milton Hankins July 5, 2022 at 5:54 AM Thank you so much, Gary. No, the poem points out something that can in no way be considered enjoyable. Your well-thought-out comments are always welcome.

Terry Miller July 4, 2022 at 8:21 AM Excellent poem and cause Milton I thoroughly enjoyed reading it L Milton Hankins July 4, 2022 at 8:29 AM Thank you so much, Terry. I really appreciate you and your thoughtful comments on my poems.

Michael Tor July 4, 2022 at 12:45 AM I am with you on that Milton. It is funny you wrote this. I take my dog Tavi to an area that is protected and is beautiful. We walk on the trail for miles. Everytime I see someones trash I cringe. I actually pick the cans up, they bother me so much. Well written great theme... L Milton Hankins July 4, 2022 at 8:40 AM Thanks, Michael. We all must do what we can, and I appreciate what you are doing.

Evelyn Judy Buehler July 3, 2022 at 9:19 PM Milton, you have written an outstanding poem, expressing the urgency of protecting and preserving our beautiful world. Best wishes, Evelyn L Milton Hankins July 4, 2022 at 8:44 AM Thanks, Evelyn. I know this is a subject dear to your heart, as well. Have a happy Fourth!

Gershon Wolf July 3, 2022 at 7:54 PM O! The irony of it all. Man - perhaps the most endangered (and endangering!) species - his fingers racing over the keys to spare Arctic baby seals. If it weren't so tragic, I'd burst into Huzzahs!... Chin up, Milt, and keep those fingers flying! :) gw L Milton Hankins July 4, 2022 at 8:49 AM Oh, I plan to, gw. I'll be typing, I suppose, until my fingers are worn to the bone. Writing is a compulsion for me...if you have not already guessed that!

Jenna Logan July 3, 2022 at 1:54 PM It's so very sad that not only have we humans cluttered our lands with trash, but we've also infringed upon their habitat. We are such a slovenly people. Thank you for pointing out one of our many flaws. L Milton Hankins July 3, 2022 at 4:36 PM Thanks, Jenna. I have not written as much about environmental protection and the subject of endangering wildlife as I should have. I try to practice what I preach on this subject, but I have lately come to realize that, in general, we've let things get completely out of hand.