Fat on Nitrogen
A Rhode Island pond – The beaver tastes the cold air As he builds his dam Now somewhere upstream On a vast and dying
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
A Rhode Island pond – The beaver tastes the cold air As he builds his dam Now somewhere upstream On a vast and dying
Antarctic sea shelves are diverse, With worms and seastars worth acclaim; Conditions are not too adverse, The sea life is never the same. But
When will we stop to think of what we do? We treat this land as if it is our own; Then all of our mistakes
To soar like a bird would be a grand thing, With flights through cobalt depths and azure seas; Nothing against you but air on your
The seabirds help our coasts to live and breathe, Perched delicately across the food web. But watching as they fly and gently wreathe, Their numbers
The warming of the seas signals the end For many living gardens in full bloom; The bleaching of the coral is a trend, The killing
A flowering home for turtles and fish, These mixed seagrass meadows harbour much life; Moving in currents with a gentle swish, Net global warming is
Soil microorganisms are a pest, Releasing petagrams of C O two As a by-product of what they digest. Whilst nitrogen deposits do accrue, More harmful
In the US petrol is running out, So should we plant more biofuel despite Cries that the land use is really in doubt, As we
The Oceans are dying; can this be so? It happened before, so scientists claim, One quarter of a billion years ago Will it happen again,