Grief of Time Lost----Poem----Anonymous

Grief of Time Lost

Heavy hearted and filled with toxic Woodsmoke

The small weakened child began to choke

The days grew long and the sky was grey

The weakened child could not play

He watched from inside looking out

He could not call, he could not shout

His lungs were filled with the heavy smoke

His lungs were filled as he began to choke

The darkened sky and the Mothers tears

Confirmed the worst of any Mothers fears

Her child was dying from smothering smoke

Her child had suffered from deadly Woodsmoke

It filled all the cities and it filled all the towns

It filled all the rooms and amused all the clowns

Who doubted and laughed and mocked and denied

The horror, the sorrow of all the sad cries

That echoed so deeply from mountain to vale

That left all the people dead in its trail

Of the deadly dark plumes and the toxins that filled

All the suffering and sorrow and all those it killed

Grief of time lost never again to be found

Not in life, not in death, not in tears, and not on the mound

Of the child that was buried on the sorrow filled day

Oh the child, sweet child that died in that May

And the trees bowed in reverence to pay their respect

For the child that died from the leaders neglect

But the Woodsmoke continued to cover the towns

The Woodsmoke brought death and sorrow and frowns

More children were buried and more parents did weep

They mourned in the daytime and they mourned in their sleep

But the Woodsmoke continued and the clowns they did dance

Till the Reverend came forth from his home in the Manse

And pleaded with leaders to end all the hell

So children could laugh and so children could yell

So children could play and love and live life

Free of suffering from Woodsmoke and all the strife

Oh think of the children and his eyes filled with tears

And he raged with anger and his soul filled with fear

If you do not stop this and end all of this smoke

More children will die and more children will choke

The clowns hung their heads and considered his thought

But we want the money and we can be bought

For a price and a slice of the cake or the pie

Then they turned their backs and avoided his eyes

And the raven stood silent and bluebird did weep

No Robin called and no sweet sparrow cheeped.

The rain fell from the sky like a soul in despair

And the Reverend was saddened by the smoke in the air

That had killed all the children and taken their life

While the clowns neglected Father, Child and wife

And the silence was deafening without the bird call

No children did skip, or play with a ball

Their bodies were weakened and filled with such pain

While the clowns counted money and added their gains

Oh the sorrow and grief of time lost now becomes clear

That life has no value to the clowns and their peers

The greed filled their pockets and their laugher was heard

No sorrow, no sadness, no repentance or word

And the tall willows did weep and the wings did not flutter

No joy filled the hearts and no sweet songs were uttered

The birds flocked at the graves and bowed their sweet heads

To honor the living but pay respect to the dead

The world became silent without the sound of birdcall

The world became silent as each child did fall

To their death from the Woodsmoke and such sad neglect

No sorrow, no protection and not even respect

But in time the clowns toppled each one by one

And the gains they had made were burned by the sun

The fires that raged all out of control, no trees could be found

No birds and no souls

The greed and the sorrow and grief of time lost

All mankind did pay and oh what a cost.

Anonymous


Webmaster...The writer of the above sincere, caring, and oh so true poem wishes to remain anonymous. We thank the writer for this heartfelt and beautiful poem.

Elected officials and leaders in our towns and communities need to adopt laws to ban woodsmoke to save our children, and ourself too. We also should speak-up and take action to end the horror and death caused by woodsmoke where we live. If not, the legacy we leave will be that we let others harm and kill our children, and we did nothing. Is that the legacy you want? Don't be passive about ending woodsmoke. If we do nothing, as the poem above says...."All mankind did pay and oh what a cost".......our children!