Numbers of Tortoises and Terrapins
In the wild are
falling faster and faster
Biologists and
Environmentalists
Numbers of Tortoises and Terrapins
In the wild are
falling faster and faster
Biologists and
Environmentalists
Dredging is no silver bullet
Is the word coming
from their ranks
But at least it would
be something
To prevent rivers
bursting their banks
While the environment
agency
Just blindly keep on firing blanks
America doesn’t need to invade
To find oil anymore
Because in an ironic
twist of fate
Oil is invading their
shore
I must say I like President Obama
He does his job with
great aplomb
But admitting defeat
in the gulf
Is a step to which he
might have to succumb
For what he faces in
the Gulf of Mexico
Is a problem that
America can’t bomb
It’s great to watch Obama
Playing his
presidential games
Talking about kicking
ass
And taking names
He reminds me of King
Canute
Standing on the beach
As his political grasp
Exposes the shortness
of his reach
I think the irony of
the situation
Is well suited
As one of the great
polluters
Local authorities’ love recycling
It’s a green policy
and its one that wins
They want to reduce
the carbon footprint
Of the electorate, for
their sins
But if they were truly
serious
They’d stop making so many
recycling bins
They tell us we are in the grip of another
Catastrophic climate
crisis
That will drown the
world
By melting the polar
ices
Well if you are
unconvinced
That the sword of doom
is falling
Then you know the
argument is weak
When data is replaced
by name calling
Anyone not on message
Gordon Brown tells us
in his piety
That we are no better
That the flat earth
society
Well is it any wonder
we are sceptics
When in the eighties
we were told
By the doom Sayers
We would all die
because of the hole
In the ozone layer
If we did not act we
would kill
The polar bears and
the Pandas
Well to be frank
someone sold a lot of fridges
On the back of that
propaganda
Discarded from a moving car
The litter travels
very far
Each piece small or
big
Performs a little
merry jig
Each windblown piece
at play
Participates in the
ballet
Plastic bags float
with ease
Waltzing high upon the
breeze
Sweet papers flutter
Down in the gutter
Coke cans or maybe tango
Dance the tin can
fandango
While larger papers
jitterbug
Thanks to the
litterbug
“Who killed Cock Robin?”
“I,” said the Sparrow,
“With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.”
“Who killed the sparrows?”
“We,” said the Humans,
“Without many deftly hands,
We killed the sparrows.”
“Why kill the sparrows?”
“Because they are so small,
And don’t matter at
all,
That’s why we kill the
sparrows.”
“Who killed the
humans?”
“Mother nature did the
act,
For man’s breach of
contract,
Mother nature had to
act”
Where once was beauty
Now stand the monsters
Towering tall and lean
Arms stretching outwards
These beasts have spread
Across the land and sea
Like a virulent rash
Reaching out to infinity
The towering beasts
Came here to save us
Cleanly making power
Without dirty green house gas
They stand as sentinels
Unsightly and offensive to the eye
Come to save the world
With their clean power supply
In light offshore breezes
Windmill arms turn slowly
It’s a shame they can’t work
When it gets a bit blowy
The Environmentalists believe in evolution
Yet refuse to believe
The planet is evolving
Yes there is climate change
Yes there is global warming
But leaving the car at home won’t stop it
Weather patterns are cyclical
And we are still coming out of an ice age
And therefore the global thermometer is
rising
We are evolving as we have many times before
Britain has been desert, oasis
Ocean and tundra in its history
Long before man came on to the scene
What arrogance to think
We have so much influence on something so
vast and complex
Our planet will continue
To evolve as it did before we arrived
Long after we are but a distant memory
The whole issue is being used by the cheese
cloth and sandal brigade to intimidate people into changing their lifestyles
This will have no effect on the global climate whatsoever
What is the lesser of these evils?
Ugly wind farms scarring our hills
Wave power trapping human mess
I am the smoke
That will simply float away
Drift away powerless to stop
There is a kind of beauty about me
Also there is danger in me.
I am mercurial
I am thick like pea soup fog
Or thin and translucent like a veil
I have no purpose
I am only an after thought
I am the villain
A bi product of something useful
When I was a boy
Jumble
sales helped good causes
Raise
some cash
And
if the jumble didn’t sell it
The rag and bone man
Took away the trash
In the eighties
Turning
people’s junk into cash
Then
later eBay appeared
Taking
things once valuable
And
selling them like trash
I am the smoke
That will simply float away
Drift away powerless to stop
There is a kind of beauty about me
Also there is danger in me
I am mercurial
I am thick like pea soup fog
Or thin and translucent like a veil
I have no purpose
I am only an after thought
I am the villain
A bi product of something useful
I was always told that Farming
Was a terribly tough way of life
Well, I haven’t found that to be the case
And nor has Audrey my wife
We were told by almost everyone
We were making a big mistake
But we chose to be Wind Farmers
And honestly, it’s a piece of cake
What is the lesser of these evils?
Ugly
wind farms scarring our hills
Wave
power trapping human mess
Or
the three eyed fish of Dungeness
Governments and big corporations
Pollute
our water for drinking
Fill
our food with chemicals
And
pollute the very air we’re breathing
With
poisons and carcinogens
And
they manage this beyond all belief
By
blaming all the worlds ills
On
the innocent looking tobacco leaf
I have found as I have travelled life’s highway that in the end everything comes down to perspective.
For
example, if you are inside a car your perspective would be that the car was an
efficient and economic means of getting from a to b.
However,
if you were a pedestrian walking and urban pavement you would view them as
dirty, noisy and smelly polluters of the planet.
That’s
perspective.
I have
found as I have travelled life’s highway that in the end everything comes down
to perspective.
For
example, if you are inside a car your perspective would be that the car was an
efficient and economic means of getting from a to b.
However,
if you were a pedestrian walking and urban pavement you would view them as
dirty, noisy and smelly polluters of the planet.
That’s
perspective.
Another
fine example was Diana (Princess, lady etc) she was viewed in almost equal
measure as one of three things.
Firstly,
as a demure heroine of the people, secondly as a scheming, manipulative
self-publicist or thirdly as a vacuous clotheshorse.
Note
that this can be applied to every conceivable area of debate whether it is
Homosexuality, Religion and politics or eating habits the list is endless.
If
another case in point is necessary perspective is regularly demonstrated in any
televised football match.
When
a disputed incident occurs, a goal, a penalty, or a bad tackle, it is examined
by the panel of experts and it is viewed from various angles.
Some
show it is, some show it’s not and some are inconclusive, but you are able to
make a balanced judgement because you have seen it from all the different
angles or perspectives or to put it another way you have viewed it through
other people’s eyes.
Unfortunately,
in normal everyday events we are unable or more likely unwilling to see an
issue through another’s eyes.
Is
it any wonder that we are so good at war?