Heirs of Air
by Rachel Hoyt
image by Paul via freedigitalphotos.net
The air is fair.
Nowhere can bear
A snare to care.
What's here goes there.
What's near we share.
What's bare can pair.
All tears will wear.
We're heirs of air.
Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
This poem was inspired by the latest proof that pollution
is a problem that requires a global solution.
we treat the air and the earth as if our children were not heirs to the air...and will inherit our messes...
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DeleteHi Rachel---whoof, I've been gone too long. Excellent poem--no one wants to be the heir (air) apparent to the mess we've been making. Keep trying to make the good decisions to do my part, every little bit helps :-) Poetry too
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