Forgive us our Gardens
Forests flower in office block towers
Jungles creep off balconies
and sidewalks
Everyman prunes, rakes, digs
and plants
Everyman reads chopped down trees,
burns the forests,
grades the dunes,
stirs the poison air. . . .
Forgive us our gardens
when
reminds us of fresh air,
when trees no longer exist,
and life is called wasteland,
before the end,
the end. . . .
Asking forgiveness won't mean a thing.
Louis
Harris
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Name |
Comment |
Date |
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Mandy |
Louis, I really like this poem. I
loved 'jungles creep off balconies' and I like the way you have painted the picture
of destruction which should be far more top of mind for everyone. Points 3 - Very promising piece of writing |
2007-12-18 |
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James Tobias |
Great poem. Points 4 - Pretty close to perfect. I was captivated |
2007-12-20 |