[HopeandGlory]

Our fragile earth,
so blue from space,
gives us a berth,
albeit, a tenuous place.

Hurricane's show,how ineffectual we are
at combating Nature,
Environmentalists,
what say you now?

We're tossed around
like so much waste,
from Natural forces, and
yes, we fall flat on our face.

Those who advocate,
that we can control,
the awesome power unleashed,
well, it's all hyperbole.

Our time on this earth,
is an alloted amount,
so, beware Human Race,
We're only here, by Gods Grace.

rim 8/28/05

Thank you for bringing my poem forward Miss Feather . . .I'm honoured!!!

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening, Hope. You're most welcome, I love the poem.

You're poem this evening is all too, true.

The winds of nature
we don't control
flaying about as
seeds of hay
the palm up roots
the roofs give way
we humans flee
in wonder and awe
the power of nature
wild and free
no constraints can
we put on her
we have to wait.

For her
ranging and ranting
looking with one eye
and fooling those in the path
the quiet of it's passing
a rouse it be in the eye
her fury she rents as her
skirts drag behind
blowing all asunder with
her mighty tail wind.

bentfeather
08.29.05