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WoodsWanderer Jan 2016
"No matter where you live you should be able to turn on the tap and drink safe water"* - David Boyd

Every day I grow
The importance of the preservation of our enviroment becomes more and more predominant.
To grow up drinking from discovered gurgling creeks,
To feel the cool purity revitalize my young soul,
To bask in the clean beauty of our waters,
I took for granted its safety.
To grow up with the river as my guide,  my mentor, my reflector for my inner growth
I learned to listen to the way it laughed and danced
And polished unassuming river stones as it told me of past stories
and taught me humility.
All this time

I took for granted its safety.

It is only now
As my cacoon of security begins to crack
do I realize
This is not every humans relationship to our waters.
Only now do I realize I am blessed to be able to drink from discovered streams, let alone my tap without a second thought
Only now do I realize
Millions of parched souls
have grown with water as an enemy
Wary of the pollutants it carries.
It is treated with caution
Whereas it was once revered.
Water, as a definition is "the basis of the fluids of living organisms"
We are essentially poisening ourselves as well as our earth
with our actions.
It is time to shift as a country, as a nation
To protect our enviroment
to protect our waters
and to protect humanity its self

The right to a healthy enviroment
Is the right to live.
The Blue Dot movement is one that David Suzuki and the David Suzuki Foundation created that is essentially a fight to introduce the right to live in a healthy enviroment to the Canadian Charter of Right and Freedoms. I was asked to be a part of the youth which spoke to our city council as supporters of the blue dot movement and this poem is what I presented. I strongly believe in this movement not only for Canadians but each and every human being on this planet. Look up "what is the Blue Dot Movement?" if you're interested in knowing more.
WoodsWanderer Jan 2016
She leaves without a trace of remorse.
Toes dug into course sand
her backpack resembles her heart.
Littered with flags of the countries she's visited
But never been to.
Decorated with key chains she's bought
But never seen before.
Her leathery soles bespeak of her travels
Her eyes of her misery.
Like the ocean devouring the shore
She searches
Pushing away things that under first perception seemed worthless.
Her backpack muffles the screams
Of the caged traveler in her veins
A china ***
filled with crickets.
I watch her taunt limbs cover
Mountaintops and clouds
Exploring everywhere
Yet experiencing nothing.
WoodsWanderer Jan 2016
My brother is the musky smell of woodsmoke.
WoodsWanderer Jan 2016
My sister is a dreamcatcher dancing in the wind. Following every gust of excitment, every breath of desire; she collects passerbys dreams and leaves sunlight in her wake.
WoodsWanderer Jan 2016
I want to flirt with the rain.
WoodsWanderer Jan 2016
Will it ever change?
Will I walk away;
and not feel lost
Will I ever experience this rush
I watch filling lovers limbs.
Raising them higher than our stratosphere

Will I ever float?

Through a stilted gaze
I look,  kept from emotion
and long to feel.
The waves crashing at their toes
Sandy, passionate love rolls like foam
that kisses the shore with bubbly lips.

Will I ever be kissed like that?

my metel chest warms at her sight
More with hope of what could be
Instead of what would be.
Although my mourning persists
beating against my ribs
Insistant
My chest aches at this sight,
I wish no more harm
Although I do not raise one finger.
I exist to observe
My stilted tin kelidescope twisting and peeling away emotion
and I am allowed to see
but not experience.
Never experience.
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