by Tanya Southey   Sep 13, 2019

In years to come
when my bones are brittle
but my memories clear,
I don’t want to be the last one
who remembers blue skies

In years to come
when my heart beats slowly
but my memories are crisp,
I don’t want to be the last one
who witnessed the wild,
before we eliminated all
the animals and birds

The majestic, myopic rhino;
the elephant, whose memory
will outlast mine;
the fat galah waddling pink
across my lawn, strutting
its own importance to
a watching cockatoo;
the bee now replaced
by a pollinating drone
because politicians
thought humans had
dominion over Earth

In years to come
when the ice has melted
from our consuming hearts,
I don’t want to be the one
who remembers
we did nothing.


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  • 4 months ago

    by Michael

    Well done Tanya
    a great piece of writing, M

  • 4 months ago

    by Star

    This is really good, so sincere and warm!!
    I’m happy to see this on the front page!!
    Congratulations ^_^

    • 4 months ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Oh wow! This is an unexpected win. Thank you! Thank you!

  • 4 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I truly love this, Tanya, and am very happy to see it highlighted this week.

    All the best as ever,


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