(Poem)

Mother earth, from the day of my birth you have
Maintained and sustained me,
And not just me, but all of humanity,
Feeding and healing both physically and mentally
Having the ability to also strengthen me,
But all that I can see sometimes is the dirt beneath me.

Our red Indian brothers say
“We will kill the earth one day”
If we don’t pay heed to the damage we are doing.
Don’t ruin her.
They say her heart will cease to beat
Because of how we treat her
One day soon,
There will be no more wood to light your heater.

Just step and take the time to see the beauty of her.
The trees that grow,
Above the ground the food that grows beneath her.
When will you realise and see,
When she has gone?
There will be no more human life
Not one to carry on
Mother earth

Written by Lorna Harris 9-6-96