I wrote this poem at the beginning of September when a lot of the UK and parts of Ireland were still in the grip or at the end of yet another heatwave:
Writing on the wall of our climate Too late for the arch or the rain dancers. We squabble Away our right to live on this planet.
I have no other words for the mess we are all in.
Please stay safe, stay kind and remember: you rock!
This is a very hard hitting poem, Bee. I hope you are well.
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I am, thanks. But the state of this planet isn’t. Thanks for your compliment. I hope you and yours are getting through the tough times well. Am sending healing vibes daily 💕
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Thank you, Bee. I appreciate that. We see the doctor again tomorrow.
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💕 you are very welcome!
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