Poems About the Environment
I love the way the sun seeps through the blinds and the warmth dancing on the small wooden surface of my coffee table.
Monday was dreadful.
Dear succeeding Earth, nothing but complete and utter silence. Nothing at all.
Dear Leaves during Autumn,
Dear Mother Earth, I am sorry for the way we have treated
Look twice, save a life they said, I thought once, considering the instruction;
Ezra E. Ohly 165 East Street Wellington, Oh 44090
Paper is good plain as the rain. Made from wood a poor tree's pain. Creations that could
Bastard son, raised by the streets with Thugs, Drugs and Guns Writing Poetry to paint a picture of my life