greenpeace
Homes! Winter on the horizon and every thing living needs
a warm and safe home.
NO SECOND HOMES
Whiteness
Blinding the eyes,
Snow and long ice
Holding the cold
Within them,
For when it is needed.
Fabulous bears,
Light as feathers
In the water,
Floating.
Pulling out and up
Onto the ice.
No second homes
To be built here.
Only igloos and ice caves
Where penguins
Could pop in for a chat
And baby bears
Knock on doors,
Asking for a cheese sandwich.
Or why not float away
On an ice floe.
Go for a holiday to Haiti,
Where ghosts and spirits
Economise in trees,
Dropping on passing shoulders
For company.
Something to be thought about.
One home each
Is now the world order.
Any left over to be given
To the homeless.
Who are everywhere.
©2024 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 