Global Warming

Poem By sylvia spencer

August rain running down the drain and it's
pitter patter on the window pane.
Skys painted like battle ship grey wondering
what has happened to the rest of the day.
Grass now green from the sun burnt turf.
weeds start growing in a total rebirth.
A summer heatwave now gone down the
drain as you sit and watch the rain do the
same.Summer holidays never seem to last
when September comes it's all in the past.
Kids back to school another costly event.
and that was the hot summer that came
and went. People will talk about the hottest
July ever, but when I was a kid they went on for
ever and ever. We had cold winters and our
summers were long and hot, but thanks to global
warming the whole worlds gone to pot.
Snow in countrys that never knew it existed
floods and hurricans being named and listed.
Weather paterns getting out of controll, so why
don't the world just swallow us whole.
We are sitting on a time bomb just waiting to explode
so come on lets pull together and lighten our load.

Comments about Global Warming

A very wise and timely poem. We have only one world and we should all try to take care of our little part of it. Cheers for your brave soul.Sylvia. Excellent write. Warmest regards, Sandra
Lets all do our bit, come on folks re-cycle it! ! This is great Sis thanks Love duncan X
Ahh, yes, Sylvie, I remember when winters meant snow and summers were, indeed, long and hot. Nobody has sledges any more, do they? I'm reading this as the rain is bucketing down and the weeds have completely taken over my garden, just like in your poem. Nice one. Love, Fran xx
Can't argue with your sentiment.


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