In a world scarred by mines, machines, and careless extraction, the sky remains a refuge for those who choose to protect rather than exploit. These Black Knights rise through that open air as nature’s quiet defenders, calling us to join their watch.
Black Knights
We are nature’s Black Knights,
guardians of the planet’s salvage rights.
Watch us soar into the light
There above the earth’s trees,
where the atmosphere is free,
beyond the Daleks of mankind’s
dreadful coalmines and destructive landmines.
“
Now is the time to become a member
of our sky’s peaceful nerve centre.
We welcome all monitors, menders,
clever inventors, and recycled pretenders.
Ivor Steven © March 2026
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 
Brilliant poem and excellent soundtracking, dear Ivor. Superb! 🥰🐦⬛🎶
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Funny… it started off as quick Tanka about the birds but close up photos turned out so clear and impressive that they influenced me to write my environmental message 💚🌿🌏🥰
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I can see why; your photos are fantastic! 🥰
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I was listening to my husband and son talk depressing politics this morning, and somehow these images reflect my mood. Sometimes birds can show us the way out of our messes. Thank you.
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I get more sense out of talking to the birds, than listening to the politicians lack of common sense 🦅🥰🌏
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Cleverly worded verse!
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Thank you for your wonderful comment, Violet 📖🥰
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