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Gretchen Eichhorn Poem
ECOLOGY
I try to follow all the rules, I really don't see how,
I missed a few who'd ever know there are so many now.
Recycle your papers and such but be sure they are clean,
No food remains stuck no coffee grounds to me this simply seems.
Easier to use plates and cups to be washed but the young people
Are quite lazy. Wash them they say, are you crazy?
A plastic bag wraps my paper each day that the young man hangs on my door,
So I save all his bags and hang them back out, so he can use them once more.
Plastic is buried that’s no longer used, but oh we've done it this time,
They won't decompose if they're buried and cannot even be burned,
as this would effect out atmosphere most, the scientists already learned.
We've ruined that too, how evil is man to wreck this place we call home,
and it matters not where you live or where ever you may roam,
but in no time at all our world could be gone, we are rushing to an end,
and whether rich or poor we all need to help to make our environment
our friend. So pick up your trash, recycle your goods, tell others to do
the same. Start a "CLEAN UP YOUR WORLD" club, and don’t be surprised to
hear people saying your name.
What could ever be better than this, but to leave the world a better place than the one in which you exist.
LISTEN WITH YOUR HEART
Words by Gretchen
Copyright © Gretchen Eichhorn | Year Posted 2021
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