Sonnet: Lost

The land knows you, even when you are lost.
It has your measure from cradle to grave.
It knows you like the ocean knows each wave,
From shore to shore, as the water is crossed.

Or the artic ice which often defrosts
Rejoining the ocean after each heat wave
Due to a climate we have not yet saved
This is our future whatever the cost.

Inherit a burden or a treasure
The next generation will have no choice
What they do with it will be there measure
Will they keep it quiet or use their voice?

History will be remembered by them,
I hope that it shows that we are their friends.


Poem 14 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ by DS Coremans

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