Perhaps I am a great Thunderbird
sowing the seeds of epic storms.
Or maybe, I’m just a small feather
slowly floating towards the ground.
Am I one with the steamy breath of the
majestic Buffalo standing covered in snow?
Possibly my soul has been grasped by the
howl’s or growls of a wolf or grizzly bear.
Can you hear the screams of trees in the
rainforests as they crash to the ground?
Do you sleep well at night while so many
are murdered; clear-cut and gone forever?
As our air is being polluted by the burning of
fossil fuels, and our climate is getting warmer,
what have you left behind for your children, or
those who will inherit tenure of planet Earth?
Maybe some baubles and bits in a strong box,
or money and small parcels of acreage. But,
where will they spend it, when you leave them
no firm ground to tread, or no clean air or water?
You are the caretaker of this bit of land now;
love the ground on which you now tread, or
leave the children only pictures of what once was.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and prize winning poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. A proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire, he has five poetry collections to date: 'The Cellaring', 'A Taint of Pity', 'Zephyr's Whisper', ‘The Cellaring, Second Edition’ and ‘Sonnets and Scribbles’. Ken's been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. He was First Prize Winner for the 2018 and 2019, Realistic Poetry International Nature Poetry Contests. He has most recently begun producing Creative Content on his YouTube channel and has had wonderful success sharing his poetry. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy. Ken Allan can be reached at kadfield@gmail.com. Read other articles by Ken Allan.