Bags

Going Green and to recycle

I know a secret that nobodys knows

It's where all the plastic bags go

They're all piled up behind my house in the park

I think they show up after dark

They simply soar through the air

without a worry or a care

They get hooked to a tree

Another may come by and set it free

It makes no difference all in all

They pile up Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall

They're so many the numbers are rising 9,10,11

I've come to believe it's shopping bag Heaven

This goes on behind my house

I see more and more everytime I look out

Oh No! The pile it's getting bigger

I Urge you, I beg you, PLEASE DO NOT LITTER

 

 

Author's Note

I wrote this for the children to let them know it take all of us to keep our earth clean

Reviews

[Blake]

A very good lesson told in a very good poem. Nice job :)

[Ben Ashelford]

a very positive message and a nicely written, well flowing poem. good job!