Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Berkeley’s Trees

Berkeley’s Trees

The sky is falling.
I am Chicken Little
pecking at your toes,
clucking in your ear.
Is anyone listening?

The ocean is drying up.
Tuck your plastic bib under your chin.
Dig in,
You can worry tomorrow.

The forest is disappearing.
One by one,
Berkeley’s trees are falling.
Is anyone listening?

Lindsay Riggs Brown

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