"What's A Leaf, Grandpa?"

by Ben Pickard   Jan 11, 2021


pollution and smoke, we
gift our lungs

the fields are memories
we tell our young

the birds lay their eggs
on the concrete floor

the emerald leaves aren't
seen anymore

--

Ben Pickard 2021

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  • 23 hours ago

    by Rania Moallem

    Wow Ben! Seriously what a piece. Such a moving poem.

  • 2 days ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I immediately saw the title and felt a bit of "deja vu", and am happy you re-posted this. A simple rhyme, and while it's a short piece, it's devastating. I am at least thankful for those who are self-aware and care to talk about our impact on the environment, but it can feel a bit daunting to realize even if we try to make small, personal changes, there is much that I feel we can't change.

    • 1 day ago

      by Ben Pickard

      MA and Michael - thank you both so much.

  • 2 days ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    A Glimpse into a future I think we can all agree, I hope does not come true.

    Nice poem, Ben.

  • 4 days ago

    by Everlasting

    I remember this one. I liked it back then like I like it as I’m reading it. Thanks for resharing.

    • 4 days ago

      by Ben Pickard

      I posted this for a bit a while back then deleted it as I wasn't happy with it at all. Anyway, I edited it a fair bit and re-posted.
      Thanks, Lucero

  • 4 days ago

    by Emi

    Hello Ben, I like the innocence portrayed in the sentence of the title because I think many of today's children, unfortunately don't have the innocence we did as children and are 'older belong our years' and it makes me very sad that many of today's youth have 'lost their way' before they've even begun and in all honesty (my opinon) I feel it's down to technology.

    pollution and smoke, we
    gift our lungs
    ^
    I love the use of the word gift in this line because we don't really have a choice but to take the pollution and smoke we are given and it's only going to get worse too.

    the fields are memories
    we tell our young
    ^
    I felt myself nodding here as even at my age (and I'm not too old) my nephews barely go out as they'd rather sit and play on fortnite and when I'm looking after them and tell them to go and play outside, they look at me as if I've grown another 2 or 3 heads.
    The imagery throughout the whole piece is astounding, as ever.
    Take care and keep writing. =)
    Em x

    • 4 days ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you so much, Em. I'm sure every generation says the same thing when they get to a certain point in time, but things do seem to be in freefall at the moment, don't they?

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