My year 9 English class were tasked with writing a poem for homework highlighting environmental issues. I was amazed at the overall quality of writing that was produced – we have some talented pupils at SCHS. However, Sarah Hardman’s poem particularly impressed me. It is amazing! So much so, it really deserves to be read by a wider audience. Please take time to read it and enjoy.
Mrs Nicholson (English)
A Fallen Empire
I was your kingdom, your empire.
You prospered within the walls
of my grand mountains;
deep in the castles
you called caves,
you built your colonies
and carved your stories into stone.
You discovered fire
and struck an everlasting flame
such that the Earth you walked
would never again be the same.
I was your angel, your protector.
My oaks were your guardians,
my cedars your knights;
my orchids bloomed and fed you
and my rivers flowed and quenched you.
I blessed you with fauna and flora
whose magnificence surpassed imagination.
My calming oceans that stretched
and touched the horizons
offered you the motivation of curiosity
to discover New Worlds.
You uncovered the elements,
pondered upon the atom,
as you remained enamoured
by the beauty of my mystery.
But your greed overtook your gratitude.
You stopped praying before each meal
and instead devoured junk like crows,
soon demanding the next course.
You burned my groves and forests to their grounds
then clogged their graves with waste.
You shot my children from their trees
whilst they sung their lullabies
purely to entertain.
Pouring your poisons into my streams
you merely gazed
as my pure waters turned to filthy murk.
My seas that once inspired
became your dumping ground.
Nature’s song became to you
A foreign, distant sound.
Here I lie defeated
my flesh bleeding and burned
the ruins of a prosperous land.
I offered a throne
that for you could not suffice
now empty and bloody are your hands.
Our Earth is severely damaged
Maybe even beyond repair.
Pumping all these greenhouse gases
Into the atmosphere.
We feel the need to dump our plastic
In places it does not belong.
In oceans, fields, woods and trees
And yet we fail to see our wrongs.
We have damaged the ozone layer,
It is in a state of disrepair.
Yet us as society
Don’t really seem to care.
We watch our Earth fall to pieces,
From its former greatness.
Whilst we just sit and watch
Acting like we are blameless.
The Jaguar’s story
My home is rich and tasteful
It rises up four floors
With shallow streams and sunlight beams
seeping from its pores
The coolest dampest waters
Are placid treasure troves
You might find snakes intertwined
Among the black mangroves
Along the trees the ferns and vines
Grow lush, lissom, live
Crawling ivy up the bark
A tree frog here could thrive
Hummingbirds soar up above
The shaded canopy
Sloths seek rest by orchid beds
Or swing from tree to tree
Jaguars and ocelots
Prowl the mossy floor
And In the sky the toucans fly
Among the blue macaws
My home is shared by animals
Insects crawl and loom
Plants here peak and birds seek
The flowers sweet perfume
We used to live together
But now we live in fear
The trees are few and far apart
The birds are hard to hear
The air is getting thinner
Now the trees are not around
The snakes and sloths and ocelots
Are nowhere to be found
My home has been destroyed now
Reduced to old tree stumps
And the only green left on the scene
Is cash in stacks and lumps.