On my left
an industrial lawnmower
On my right
the shrill pitch
of the fire drill
Behind me
the clatterbang sound
of furniture
coming down the stairs
An unusually noisy morning!

Point to the ceiling
Point to the floor
Point to the window
Point to the door

The storms with destructive winds
of over two hundred miles per hour
in the atmosphere
make global warming more apparent
and climate change more real

"What to do for the best?"
I asked myself

When knowing what to do
but not knowing how to do it

Inside himself he seems OK
going out on his scooter every day
he can converse and enjoy his food
unaware or aware
of the environment
in his home

A poignant poem
is having sadness
turn into gladness
remembering good times
and not the badness
so we can be free
and continue
with lots of love
in our hearts

"Hazardous waste"
it said
on that lorry
I wonder why
they made it
if they knew
it was going to be
hazardous?

In the stillness of the morning air
The sound of rustling leaves in the trees
A quiet time to meditate and contemplate
On questions that man must have pondered upon
Down the ages
Who am I
And Why am I?

Maggie Sorbie  June 26th 2016

Through the place where
the atmosphere ends
They're sending satellites
and things
to search around
to find more
resources to mine

and making holes
down in the ground
where they're drilling
and digging
injecting
to crack
and frack
for 'natural' gas

We're afraid
for the future
our children will find
We're afraid
one day they will mind

At my Dancing For Parkinson's class
we were asked
to write a poem
about
'Wild Within'
and "Wild Without'
which I have yet to do

The eroding wind
sounded lyrical
the length of time
it lasted
The wooden cup wasn't knocked over
thankfully

The leaves are blowing
Around on the ground
The tall trees are swaying
In the breeze

I am thankful
For the dry and windy day
Giving the rain water
A chance to flow away

Maggie

Feb 22 2016 Windermere

A note to my self
not to mingle
when the workmen's tools
are echoing

Wait
until they have gone
and the unsettling spell
is over and done

As we were leaving the hospital
We were met by
a beautiful
turquoise sky
a blanket of
mottled blue and red
with the 'Wow' factor
instead of
the 'X' factor

Yesterday
was a better day
to see my son
sitting in
the sushine

The rustling leaves carried in the breeze
As the sun began to shine
And dried up all the rain
So we can go out to play
At the end of the school day
Yippee Aye Yay