Writing by Lois Cuckson
Sheffield Young Writers
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Underground tunnel, ................... Earth We who inherit the earth, Shall we be burdened, By a massed ball of matter, Crushing such meagre souls, Revolving around this burning giant, It's only hydrogen after all, Each ocean we will worship, And tree we shall treasure, Since hen-like Mother Nature, Has long since flown the coop.
Vapour shimmers in the air, One thousand spectres weeping, Beneath an ever-changing sky, Indigo, Violet, Mahogany, Jade, The iron fist, The guiding hand, Wrought Steel Technology, Now it's their land.
What a low price for the planet, Are we further in the dark than ever? This mood-reflecting sky is of no comfort, So who rules the world? Whoever can. But the world will not be governed, Only passed on like so many infections. . . . . . . . . .
Winter Haiku Dancing teasing snow ...........
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