Our atmosphere is a bubble - like the fizz you find in Champagne.
Have you ever been to a dentist, and done it without any pain?
Have you ever enjoyed wireless or traveled the sky in a plane?
Then you’ve experienced science - the modern world's quoin.
Climate change has been proven - the result of our human reign.
Have you noticed the west coast's on fire - and seen the gulf hurricanes?
We're in the hottest decade ever and only half the country gets rain.
Did you ever use a computer - have you ever been on a train?
Did you ever see television - do I really have to explain?
Science deniers aren’t new - they once claimed cigarettes weren’t bad,
and thousands died from cancer - science deniers be damned.
Our civilization’s based on science - it’s the modern world's quoin.
Climate change has been proven - the results of polluting our domain.
WINDBREAK TREES
Unchecked prairie wind cold
Engulfs our archipelago
Of barns and farms,
Small snuggled refuges
Swathed in birch, oak and ash,
Warm yellows oranges.
Still thick, hiding the rafters,
Wrapping our immersed walls,
Rooftop pennants - silent wafters.
Hugging close at quoin and sill,
A muffler around each recess
Stemming all the greying chill,
Slows the wind in its fold,
Protects against the virago,
Shields like a mother’s arms.
Poetry in Mind
These lines from budding poet; look you!
They build in me a phantom castle,
Chosen words to each other a buttress,
A linking arch, a quoin of meaning,
Picking out the eternal essence of life.
Mark how this phrase prepares the way
For another; one word pregnant with memory
Giving birth to another with equal claim
To my inspection; cadences of phrase and
Verse nurturing my emotions in their turn
This word is the key to childhood,
Unlocking dusty rooms of my mind, stirring
Clouds of the past that settle, revealing
Doors that open into the present moment,
In anticipation of new memories, future promise.
That word sings to me, like music
Insinuating itself into the depths of my
Mind; into the lacy web of connections
Between cells, where it finds electrochemical resonance,
Songline to my being, cantata of joy.
Look you! Listen to the poet’s voice,
Hear their wisdom, read their flowing lines;
Let them seep into the very fabric
Of your mind, there to shape you
And give expression to sadness and joy.