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written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield
@KenKadfield
Perhaps we are great Thunderbirds
sowing the seeds of epic storms.
Or maybe, we're just small feathers
slowly floating toward the ground.
Are we one with the steamy breath of the
majestic Buffalo standing covered in snow.
Possibly our souls are touched by the
howls or growls of the wolf or grizzly bear.
Can you hear the screams of the rainforests
as they crash by the millions to the ground.
Do you sleep well at night as so many are
murdered; clear-cut and gone forever?
As our air is polluted by the burning of fossil
fuels, and our climate changes getting warmer,
what is left behind for your children's children?
Ken Allan Dronsfield
AUGUST 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He is a proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire. Ken has three poetry collections, "The Cellaring", "A Taint of Pity", and "Zephyr's Whisper". Ken was selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International 2018 and 2019 Nature Poetry Contests. He was recently selected as Poet of the Month for Spillwords Press. He's been nominated three times the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. Ken loves writing, hiking, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.
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