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Hold Her Gently, She’s Fragile

 
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Hear the wanting cry of a hawk
in cloudless warm skies she flies
keen sharp eyes so precise they stalk 
open fields below the blue skies
 
Gliding wings of feathers soar high
reaching heights only angels fly
caught in thermals of hot July
ever so high – she passes by
 
Small fragile body with heart so free
her haunting spirit plays with stars
wind carries her far where she sees
nature’s gift without the scars
 
Treetops sparse after the harvest
forests dwindle for sake of man
rivers polluted – most cruelest
plastic bags float by Coors beer can
 
Mother Earth is in need of hugs
repair the damage is my dream
hawks, wolves and even little bugs
need a clean world to flow down stream
 
-TheMsLvh  © 2011
 
 
*try using reusable cloth grocery bags*
 
 Image source: Google Images

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  1. July 15, 2011 at 7:26 am

    Stunning imagery and powerful message, such a sincere, gentle poem

  2. July 15, 2011 at 10:06 am

    Yes, she is so fragile. You write of some of my favorite nature images, and do so with power and beauty.

    • July 15, 2011 at 12:10 pm

      Thank you! I read some of your works and you write great nature images as well.

  3. July 15, 2011 at 11:45 am

    beautiful perspective, thanks for joining short story slam.

  4. July 15, 2011 at 1:05 pm

    Just beautiful – the imagery is so precise and evocative. Love this poem.

    • July 15, 2011 at 1:09 pm

      Thanks Jo. Your comment means a lot to me.

  5. July 16, 2011 at 12:41 am

    Powerful imagery and a very important message. Very true that we should start worrying more about saving the earth and do our part. If enough people are aware, I’m sure that we can make a difference.

  6. July 16, 2011 at 10:40 pm

    I’m thrilled that you still use rhyme. This is a lovely verse, made more so through rhyme. We rhymers (is that a word?) have to stick together. I use cloth grocery bags.

    • July 17, 2011 at 6:30 am

      The only time
      I don’t use rhyme
      is when I’m in the shower
      for at least one hour! :)

  7. July 17, 2011 at 7:35 pm

    your words inspire.

    well done entry.

  8. July 18, 2011 at 12:19 pm

    Good thoughts, nicely put to verse.

  1. July 18, 2011 at 9:03 am

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