Contrails Cast Shadows Across Azure Skies
Contrails cast shadows across azure skies, As jet exhausts do freeze in cold, moist air. But we have just begun to realise The great effects
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Contrails cast shadows across azure skies, As jet exhausts do freeze in cold, moist air. But we have just begun to realise The great effects
The warming of the seas signals the end For many living gardens in full bloom; The bleaching of the coral is a trend, The killing
A flowering home for turtles and fish, These mixed seagrass meadows harbour much life; Moving in currents with a gentle swish, Net global warming is
Soil microorganisms are a pest, Releasing petagrams of C O two As a by-product of what they digest. Whilst nitrogen deposits do accrue, More harmful
The beekeepers are wondering what to do, Their stock has fallen by forty per cent; They scratch their heads and only wish they knew What
The Blessed Island was so poorly named, As from that day in March the land was cursed. Did Nature feel that mankind should be blamed?
The Oceans are dying; can this be so? It happened before, so scientists claim, One quarter of a billion years ago Will it happen again,
Born to a Noble Family shortly after BC Gaius Plinius Secundus was he, Or Pliny to both his family and friends At 23 he fought