Wind and Fire

Surrounded by glowing lioness eyes, our planet spins

An orb of soil, oceans and wild winds

We breathe, the air from her magical trees

Consume food, pollinated by her busy bees

Then the ground is watered by our sky’s spasmodic rains

Requiring the hot sun to grow our grains

 

However earth’s perennial droughts, advance beyond our care

Leaving trees and pastures, vulnerably dry and threadbare

Thor’s furious thunder clouds, swiftly flash and glare

Forest fires explode, abruptly becoming our worst nightmares

Fiercely eyeing, fauna and farms, not to be spared

There’s no mercy, from mother-nature’s open warfare

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2019

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

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    1. Thank you Mona… it’s been declared a state of emergency today, the situation is worsening …. I’m safe down here in Victoria, but our hearts go out to those in the devastated areas of New South Wales

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  10. We used to live in an area that had fires every June, July, August. 😦 It was scary! So horrible!

    Your poem is so important and bringing awareness. I hope you are safe! I’ve been praying for everyone who is dealing with the fires, in any way. And praying for rain.

    (((HUGS)))

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    1. I quite safe here in Victoria… The fires are the north region of New South Wales (you’ll have to get your maps out) Geelong is south of Melbourne in Victoria…… but they desperately need rain…. the fires seem to be too fierce at the moment…….. Ivor wrote these 2 lines yesterday….
      “There’s a message in the smoke of all these fires,
      But still, there’s no-one listening our mother earth’s cries”

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