Global Warming Stole Their joy

Global Warming Stole Their joy

A Poem by Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry
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Once again, it's been far too long since i've been on here but i'm back for good now ^-^ Enjoy!

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Grey streets,
Due to winters great feats,
Ice and snow,
There's none, really, to show,

Just sludge,
The ice won't budge,
Roads covered in grit,
Turn your boots to s**t,

What happened to snow drifts? 
Children building snowmen in shifts?
The snow gives many gifts,

Gifts of happiness there and here,
Joyous laughs were all you could hear,
But now natures steed doth rear,
Seeing humanities toxic smear

Her redemption, now, is here

© 2015 Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry


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Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry
Please be nice to me, its been a while :P

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thank you.. I have to enter 25 characters... If I had anything else to say, It's here.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Indeed, a logical poem that searches the means we live by, well done, good read.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I agree with the poem logic. The change in weather is everywhere. Resources unusable. Old Government tell us all is cool. I enjoyed the poem. A story being told and few will pay attention till it is too late. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

Nature, war and utopia. Always good topics. Good luck on the scholarship.
Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry

9 Years Ago

Thank you Brother! :)
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

You are welcome.

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Added on January 25, 2015
Last Updated on January 25, 2015
Tags: Global Warming, Climate, Snow, Environmental, Nature

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Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry
Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry

Kirkcaldy, Sherbs house on Sherbs street :D, United Kingdom



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I am Sherb of Sherbs Dreaming tree, Come inside and see, My marvellous range of tea. Haha Im Sherb I love poetry, it was my life for wuite a while and i have been suffering an 18 month block .. more..

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