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Susie Morice spent 30 years in classrooms in the St. Louis, Missouri area. After retiring, she worked with professional development in writing, taught education classes at local universities. She continues a bit of writing/editing for the Santa Fe Center for Transformational School Leadership. Susie has been writing with the ethicalela.com teacher poets since April 2019. Through the grim pandemic days, she writes poetry when she’s not writing/playing/singing her Americana compositions.  

Inspiration: Environmental Voices

As spring unfolds, we are called to pay attention to the natural world around us, Earth Day and Spring at hand. Flowers and trees step into gear and display their metamorphoses. The cardinals, robins, mockingbirds, chickadees…all our feathered friends are in a frenzy to nest and nurture those fragile, near weightless fledglings into flight. It’s a glorious time.  It is also a time to honor the protectors of our natural world.  The heroes of ecology, natural environment, our sacred lands have marked a course for our tending the beauty and the health of our planet.  Some planted trees, some archived photographic images of the landscapes at stake, and some fought hard battles to preserve a sustainable way of living that protects the future for those yet to come.

Quotes from 8 Environmental Voices:

  • “The generation that destroys the environment is not the generation that pays the price. That is the problem.” ― Wangari Maathai
  • “When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.” – John Muir
  • “I want you to act as if the house is on fire, because it is.” Greta Thunberg
  • “Cease being intimidated by the argument that a right action is impossible because it does not yield maximum profits, or that a wrong action is to be condoned because it pays.” – Aldo Leopold
  • “Cease being intimidated by the argument that a right action is impossible because it does not yield maximum profits, or that a wrong action is to be condoned because it pays.” – Vandana Shiva
  • “At first I thought I was fighting to save rubber trees, then I thought I was fighting to save the Amazon rain forest. Now I realize I am fighting for humanity.” – Chico Mendes
  • “It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment.” – Ansel Adams
  • “In the old days they said you were measured by your generosity, not how much money you earned… you were measured by how you could feel the people, how you could house them, how you could take care of them.” – Faith Spotted Eagle
  • After I learned about the disparities of pollution problems in poorer neighborhoods and neighborhoods of color, people who looked like me, I dedicated my life to overcoming these injustices …people of color and the poor (specifically where I live, African-Americans) are most vulnerable to the impacts of climate change, and therefore their involvement in the solution is critical.” – Dr. Beverly L. Wright
  • “There is no level playing field. Any time our society says that a powerful chemical company has the same right as a low income family that’s living next door, that playing field is not level, is not fair.” – Dr. Robert Bullard

More information about these heroes’ contributions to our planet — your students could pursue research on one of these figures perhaps and teach us more about acts these people took to help the planet:

Process

Select a voice that reflects care for our environment, a voice that resonates with you.  It can be from ANYONE who holds our natural world precious/anyone who inspires us to care for the natural world.  Perhaps, use a voice from one listed above or another that you have in mind.  It might be your Aunt Susie who built bluebird houses or your grandpa who founded a catch-and-release fishing program at the park or a neighbor who tends all the flower/tree beds on your street.  

Share an image of this earth-keeper, letting us see the person in the act.  

Wordplay:  Help us see and hear this person; help us visualize the person’s strength. Earth-keepers understand the importance of Place; they see and feel the movement in Place.  Play with sounds in your word choices, echoing the tone you want to convey…hard sounds (k, x, ck…)… soft sounds (uff, mm, wh, sh…) … oozing sounds (ooo, moo, udg…).  Have fun with words.  

Finally, go back when you get to the end and cut words that the poem can live without.  I am always so darned wordy, and doing this really helps the whole economy idea in poetry…make each word count; do a word-ectomy.

Begin by bracketing a quote from that person.

Susie’s Poem

[Greta Thunberg (Time Person of the Year 2019) – “I want you to act as if the house is on fire, because it is.” …. on the perils of climate change spoken to the United Nations.]

Greta Thunberg’s House is On Fire

As the sun crests, she stretches,
fills her lungs with air that scratches,

her throat catches,
she feels her burning axis,

knows she must speak,
eyeball to eyeball with the aged clutches of power;

a child feels the sting of wrong,
senses the lies and heat of broken promises;

Greta knows and takes the UN dais,
etches her words in the stone

of a planet that smolders and courses
the molten lava of her truth.

by Susie Morice 2021©

JOY HARJO’S POEM — https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/141846/once-the-world-was-perfect  (there’s an audio recording of her reading this poem; she is our first Native American Poet Laureate of the U.S.)

Once The World Was Perfect

Once the world was perfect, and we were happy in that world.
Then we took it for granted.
Discontent began a small rumble in the earthly mind.
Then Doubt pushed through with its spiked head.
And once Doubt ruptured the web,
All manner of demon thoughts
Jumped through—
We destroyed the world we had been given
For inspiration, for life—
Each stone of jealousy, each stone
Of fear, greed, envy, and hatred, put out the light.
No one was without a stone in his or her hand.
There we were,
Right back where we had started.
We were bumping into each other
In the dark.
And now we had no place to live, since we didn’t know
How to live with each other.
Then one of the stumbling ones took pity on another
And shared a blanket.
A spark of kindness made a light.
The light made an opening in the darkness.
Everyone worked together to make a ladder.
A Wind Clan person climbed out first into the next world,
And then the other clans, the children of those clans, their children,
And their children, all the way through time—
To now, into this morning light to you.

Time for you to write – as always, writing a poem is an act of freedom. Write what you care about. We are here to share in each other’s word world.

[Note:  In 2020 alone, in the states of Washington, Oregon, California, and Texas, wildfires burned more voraciously than ever before: Washington burned 330,000 acres, Oregon burned 1.07 million acres, California burned 4,399,808 acres, and Texas burned 171,204 acres.  Nationwide, wildfires burned 10.3 million acres.  Smoke travelled as far as 2500 miles across the nation from the CA disaster. “…our house is on fire.”]

[FYI: These are hosted poetry contests dedicated to promoting a safer environment; you might have your students enter.  Check out these websites:

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Emily Yamasaki

Rain, rain
By: Emily Yamasaki

Rain rain
Come again

Go away
Fires
Smog
Glacier melt
Hatred
Sins
Viruses

Cleanse us
Another day

Denise Krebs

Emily, I love your simple inspiration here and the vast extent of your Go aways, which really covers everything that needs to go away. “Cleanse us” gentle rain. So hope-filled and peaceful.

Susie Morice

Emily – You must know how much I hope these exact wishes. Please let CA bring gentle rains this spring and through the summer. I am so worried about the smoke and the fires. And the heat, the hate. Your poem brings a very shared wish, and there’s a power in that.

Tarshana Kimbrough

Your smile

I care about the smile I see on your face when I see you laughing
The chuckle of your amusement allows me to surrender my fears
I am no longer in tears

Your smile wipes away my pain as if it were a little stain
I am no longer in pain

Your smile has wiped away my sorrow
Now i no longer need to borrow
I hope to see that smile again tomorrow

The moment you smile I adored you for a while
It makes me happy to see that pretty smile
I hope I get to smile like you for a while

Make my day it never seems to fade away
I love how you brighten up the room as if it were summers day
I wish I make you smile out of clay

It’s true what they say…
A smile is contagious but this is one thing I won’t stay away
Because your smile brightens up my day

Denise Krebs

Tarshana, thank you for your smiling poem here. I love the emphasis on the particular smile of the audience for your poem. Beautiful. “Your smile” wiped away, brightens up and more. I like how for you this smile changes you, as well. The repetition of “I no longer” is clear and effective.

Susie Morice

Tarshana – In the same way that seeing another’s smile has a contagious effect, your poem elicits that in the reader. Each three lines seem to carry a kilt that feels hopeful. The repetitions “I am no longer” carries the lift. So effective. May every day bring these smiles. Lovely! Thank you. Susie

Allison Berryhill

Thank you, Susie, for this wonderful prompt! I loved the quotes you provided but found myself especially drawn to the words of Faith Spotted Eagle. I built my poem off of her quote.

Measure

Take measure
not by tax bracket
Versace jacket
Wall Street racket.

Take measure
by the chickadee
the honey bee
and ancient tree.

Take measure
by the health of all
wild turkey’s call
the waterfall.

Take measure
by a glistening stream
the flashing bream
fresh water’s gleam.

Take measure
by the grace you grant
the trees you plant;
leave footprint scant.

Take measure
by the books you read
and meet of need
the love you seed.

Susie Morice

Oh, Allison – the lyrical rhythms and the gentle rhymes make this poem so lovely and so well crafted. Super poem. I’m a serious fan of the phrase “taking measure” and have been working on a poetry volume that I titled Taking Measure “! So, your poem does terrific justice to this metric. Each natural element is so lovely. I love, of course, the chickadee and the need for joined hands in this effort. Really gorgeous poem. Thank you for being here tonight! Hugs, Susie

Stacey Joy

I wish the world would take measure according to YOUR POEM! Such beauty and love, grace and truth. My favorite stanza is:
“Take measure
by the books you read
and meet of need
the love you seed.”
This would change the world!
Beautiful!

Denise Krebs

Allison, another beauty of what we value. I especially love the lopsided stanzas–just one about what not to value and five about the beautiful things that are really worth measuring. The rhythm and rhyme are so perfect. My favorite is:

“Take measure
by the grace you grant
the trees you plant;
leave footprint scant.”

Barbara Edler

Allison, I love the important message you share in this poem and how effortlessly it flows. “the love you seed”….what a perfect last line. Thank you!

maureendaley

I’ve been under the weather the last couple of days. This was all I could muster. I will come back to this fabulous prompt another day!

without Mother Earth
we are nothing- treasure this
dazzling diamond

Susie Morice

Mo — You are a trooper, girl! I’m so sorry that you are feeling crummy. This haiku is spot-on and Mama Earth would be proud. “Dassling diamond”… that is both you and Earth. Hugs, Susie

Susie Morice

make that daZZling … I’m fading here… tired. A huge explosion happened just a short distance from my house (chemical fire in a small low-rise place about 1/2 mile from here) and I had to evacuate this evening for about 2 hours. I’m pooped. So, you get yourself to bed! Susie

Rachel S

So profound. Your poem made me stop to think about what that actually means: “without Mother Earth / we are nothing”. Thank you! And feel better!!

Denise Krebs

Mo, hope you feel better soon! Here are two truths, so succinctly stated! That dazzling diamond image is a home run.

joyeleven

Hi my friend! Girlie, you tried to make a sistah work!!! I definitely did not follow directions today. I had to audio-compose my poem in traffic because I knew what I wanted to write but feared I would get home and have zero brains left to write. SMART MOVE because all I had to do was copy/paste/edit/revise and post! I took a few minutes to read about Dr. Beverly Wright. I’ll need her info for my students’ research on natural disasters. This poem is not so much related to Dr. Wright’s work, but it relates to environmental racism. I think this quote by Danny Glover is more relevant to my poem:

[“If we talk about the environment, for example, we have to talk about environmental racism- about the fact that kids in South Central L.A. have a third of the lung capacity of kids in Santa Monica.”-Danny Glover]

The Other Side

They already know
the environment around
their neighborhood
is different.

They know
the streets are not cleaned on Mondays
like the streets where magnolia trees grow
and multiple cars line
spacious driveways.

They know
the park around the corner
is more fun before
the sun goes down because
after dark teenagers smoke,
drink, and shoot, not dice.

They know
the library is open in summer
but overdue book fees
aren’t forgiven
so they don’t go anymore.

They know that Marta‘s dad
manages the corner store
and sometimes
he gives them
an extra bomb pop.
But he also studies
the camera documenting each move.

They know
they can’t visit
Ma Bee four houses away anymore
because she got sick again
and the police came
twice in one day.

They know
when they visit their friends
who live on the other side of town
sidewalk chalk paintings
and yard signs claiming
Love is Love
and Black Lives Matter
speak louder than voices.

They know
those families have
breakfast, lunch and dinner
and that dessert is not a special treat,
it’s just what they eat.

They also know
there’s a Whole Foods Market
on the other side of town
on the same street
as 5 restaurants with outdoor patios
and heat lamps for
families who eat outside at night.

They know
that on the other side of town
no iron bars cover
windows and doors
because they don’t fear
anyone.

They know
the difference between
this side of town
nd the other side of town.
Don’t ever assume they don’t.

My students are 10 and 11 years old
and they already know.

©Stacey L. Joy, April 29, 2021

Susan Ahlbrand

Holy cow, Stacey . . . this is absolutely wonderful! What an eye-opener! The details you share make my heart hurt.

Susie Morice

Dang, THIS is the kickass poem that I needed tonight. You started with a quote that is almost identical to the one from early this morning in the TED talk that Stefani B posted (I think she was about the 5th person to post). Your voice is so so strong here, and it is so so on target. Environmental racism is real and it sucks. Pardon my French. But this is a killa poem, Stacey, and one that I believe you have to put out there for more folks to read. The repetition of “They know…” is like a board whacking the wall…it is loud and it grows with each infraction of civility in this inequity. And your 5th graders already know this cruel imbalance. The images you paint are so clear … they store clerk who might offer the pop but then scans the camera…geez. Iron bars on windows vs Whole Foods… oh man. And the irony of the Black Lives Matter signs…easy to put in the yard but there are not real voices… These disparities, these realities…this is “The Other Side” and it needs to be out there in big print! Thank you for dragging yourself to the computer tonight to get this posted… you are a warrior and I love it, love you. Susie

Allison Berryhill

Stacey, Your poems always move me. But this one gutted me. Your eye for truth in detail is amazing.
These stanzas held me by the throat:

“They know that Marta‘s dad
manages the corner store
and sometimes
he gives them
an extra bomb pop.
But he also studies
the camera documenting each move.

They know
they can’t visit
Ma Bee four houses away anymore
because she got sick again
and the police came
twice in one day.”

Your eye and heart make beautiful poetry and teach me again and again. Thank you.

Cara

Stacey,
Wow, so powerful. This is amazing and SO well done. Kudos to you for knocking out of the park. I can’t even choose a favorite stanza because I love all of it. Again, wow.

Emily Yamasaki

BOOM. And you wrote this in that LA traffic – phenomenal! I love the repetition so much and the way your poem moves. Bam!

Maureen Young Ingram

Stacey, thank you for your voice! I taught in D.C., and you name so many truths about environmental racism, the differences between worlds, one block to another. So many of your words hit hard, but these lines make me ashamed:
yard signs claiming
Love is Love
and Black Lives Matter
speak louder than voices.
I hope/pray that we teachers can continue to help these students to find some sense of agency, to cultivate voices that demand more from the world – they can make real change, with our own strong action on their behalf. Just teaching them to share what they know, to document and broadcast their reality – what a strong step this is. Like you say:
My students are 10 and 11 years old
and they already know.
Your poetry – it is truth-telling – teaching them through your poems, through their poems, will provide wings. Know you are an extraordinary teacher in their lives!!

Barbara Edler

Stacey, wow, your poem takes my breath away. The everyday life differences are striking. Your poem reads like a moving picture of all the stark contrasts between the two neighborhoods. Glover’s quote effectively shares the environmental racism well. I was particularly moved by your line “drink, and shoot, not dice”. Thank you for your honest voice and poem.

Rachelle Lipp

This poem could use some tumbling to be polished, but I did enjoy reflecting on my boyfriend’s mother and her fascination with rocks (and what that has taught me). Thanks for this prompt.

“Look it!” – S.A.L.

Though she is six decades and counting,
her spirit is that of a child who is six.
Especially when she finds
a rock.

I don’t know enough about rocks
to make them sound poetic
and I never considered them as such
until I viewed life through her red-rimmed glasses

Whether it has been beat by the ocean waves
Or formed by lava
Or glistens like an agate
Or discovered on the sidewalk
Or bought in a shop

She will always examine
this new rock closely,
pulling her curly hair out of the way
to get a better look,
only to jaunt over to me.

No matter the crowd,
she shouts
“Look it!”
And I do
And I am stunned by
its magnificence
(yes, this rock is truly beautiful).

We need people in this world
who remind us of the wonder
of all natural things.

Susie Morice

Rachelle – I just fell in love with the wonder of this woman. How marvelous a person to not only be curious about rocks, but so bloomin’ excited that she wants to share it with you. Gotta love that. I loved seeing her “pulling her curly hair out of the way.” That’s perfect…just the right detail. Indeed, “we need people in this world/who remind us of the wonder.” Love it! Thank you! Susie

Rachel S

I LOVE your last three lines, they make me think of a few people I’ve known who are like this. I also love: “her spirit is that of a child who is six” – what a neat person! Thanks for sharing!

Allison Berryhill

Rachelle, I highlighted these lines even before I’d read the whole poem:
“I don’t know enough about rocks
to make them sound poetic
and I never considered them as such:”

I adore the curly hair detail and your generous response to her enthusiasm!

Thank you (again, again) for writing in this space this month! BRAVO!

Cara

Rachelle,
Being able to keep the wonder of a child alive inside her into her adult life is wonderful! You capture the glee and happiness perfectly. We do indeed need “people in this world / who remind us of the wonder / of all natural things.”

Stacey Joy

Ohhh, how loving and sweet to read this right before I go to sleep. I love the connection between your boyfriend’s mom and her 6 year old spirit. By the end, it’s easy to imagine all of her genuine love of rocks! #smalljoystosavor

DeAnna C

Rachelle,
Lovely poem about rocks. I enjoyed how you continue to look when she calls out to do so. I like how you are honest about not knowing enough about rocks to write a poem about them, while writing a poem about them.

Cara

The quarter-Norwegian part of me loved finding Arne Naess who truly believed in the interconnectedness of all life. Thank you for letting me revel in wonderful philosophy this afternoon. 🙂

Deep Ecology

Arne Naess thought we’ve all become too
self-centered.
I can’t disagree.
Instead of focusing on
pollution,
overpopulation
and conservation,
look inward.
Unless we look inside and
see the damage that grows within,
we will never restore the biosphere.
Humans have learned to be
individuals–
cut off from others and
the world around them.
When the self is solitary and
independent
amongst other solitary
independents,
we are left with
anthropocentrism and
environmental degradation.
Instead,
let us rewire our souls
and reconnect our beings
to where we should be.
Each self is
connected to
and part of
nature–
not apart from it.
Let each natural entity be held as being
inherently
equal
to every other
entity.
Let it be so.

Susie Morice

Cara — I just want to shout, “Here! Here! Listen to Cara! This, this is the core of what has to be… that inner eye…”Look inside” indeed! This is so well put… the words that help us see how connected we all are….I just really am moved by this message and the forthright way that you’ve structured this missive. “Let it be so.” Yes! I love the title “Deep Ecology” that lets us know that there is ecology and then there is ecology! Deep Ecology… mmmm-mmm, yes! Wonderful! Thank you also for Arne Naess! Today has been such a learning day for iconic earthkeepers! Thank you so much! Susie

Susan Ahlbrand

Cara,
I so love your message of what individualism can do. Love these lines:
“let us rewire our souls
and reconnect our beings
to where we should be.”

Rachelle Lipp

Cara, this line really stood out to me, “and part of
nature–
not apart from it.”
Thanks for allowing me to explore this, among others, philosophical concepts through your poetry!

Allison Berryhill

I, too, love how the wordplay gave me “permission” to pause and absorb your idea. I think a clever turn of phrase or pun or metaphor or (insert your favorite figurative language trick here) gives the reader a moment to slow down–which then locks in the meaning.

DeAnna C

Cara,
Mic ? drop!
Wonderful

Glenda Funk

Susie,
I saw this prompt and thought, Susie’s gonna make me learn something today. Sure enough, I fell down a rabbit hole, and boy did I learn. I’m including a link to one of the articles that inspired my writing.

“Berta Cáceres: Mother Earth’s Voice”

“Berta Cáceres volverá y sera en millones.”

DESA slayed Mother Earth’s voice in
La Esperanza, Honduras March 2, 2016.

Indigenous feminist woman who
held a feather to the sky to
voice Earth’s sorrow:

DESA’s perverse exploitation of rivers
pierced her body with bullets.
A dam ties a tourniquet on earth’s veins,
choking rivers, ebbing water’s flow,
spilling liquid from body to body.

A corporation is a person, we’re told.
DESA assassinated earth’s voice,
extracted Mother Earth’s larynx,
tarred Berta a terrorist. They
employed U. S. military mercenaries to
douse Earth with her blood like
mine tailings carved from Earth’s veins.

Resource extraction is
Earth’s bloodletting:
Western governments’
culpability kills activists.
Human carnage for profit.

Who owns a body?
Who Enslaves our Mother’s primal globe?
Who Chains Earth to technocrats?
Who Indentures our home to industrialists?Who sold Lenca lands to statistic -spewing science abusers?

This Prisoner of consciousness
weeps from Earth’s core:
“I want to live.”
Hear her cries
Know her crime:
Defense of human rights,
Guardian of Earth,
Water protector.

She is the power of voice.
“Berta Cáceres volverá y sera en millones”*

—Glenda Funk

*”Berta will return in millions.” —Felix Molina, Honduran journalist

https://nbmediacoop.org/2016/08/18/the-spirit-of-berta-caceres-the-power-and-playful-defiance-of-indigenous-women-at-the-world-social-forum/

Maureen Young Ingram

Whoa, Glenda! My eyes have truly been opened! I must read about Berta Caceres. These lines in your poetry are gut-wrenching,
DESA assassinated earth’s voice,
extracted Mother Earth’s larynx,
tarred Berta a terrorist. They
employed U. S. military mercenaries to
douse Earth with her blood

I am thankful that you fell into the rabbit hole today, and brought us this extraordinary find.

I love the image of “held a feather to the sky” – so beautiful.

Susie Morice

Wowza, Glenda — You’ve written a beautiful piece and introduced me to a marvelous force. What a tragic loss though that she was murdered. Whoof. The “earth’s sorrow” is such an important image. This stanza:

“DESA’s perverse exploitation of rivers
pierced her body with bullets.
A dam ties a tourniquet on earth’s veins,
choking rivers, ebbing water’s flow,
spilling liquid from body to body.”

really hits hard. Beautiful images of “dam ties a tourniquet….” this whole stanza really grabbed me. This whole poem is just loaded! “Chain[ing] Earth to autocrats” — no joke! The “bloodletting”… the extraction of resources as if the earth were a gumball machine. So powerful.

I love that you have taught me so much in this poem. And thank you for the link! Susie

Barb Edler

Glenda, your poem is raw with emotion. I feel literally chilled hearing the core of Earth cry. Your poem is loaded with the horror of big business taking what it wants for profit. Your questions are particularly provocative: “Who owns a body?
Who Enslaves our Mother’s primal globe?
Who Chains Earth to technocrats?”
These questions need answers.

Your line “I want to live” echoes. This poem is literally on fire! Thanks for your powerful words, Glenda! Bravo!

Denise Krebs

Glenda,
Gut wrenching truths…
“DESA assassinated earth’s voice,
extracted Mother Earth’s larynx,
tarred Berta a terrorist.”

You wrote such a nice hard sounding phrase here: “culpability kills activists.”

Like Susie did for you, you have sent us off on a learning mission today. I’m off to read about Berta now. “Berta will return in millions” is such a powerful statement.

Sarah

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Linda S.

Natures repurpose

Look at you,
so decidingly,
choosing,
rummaging,
picking,
perfect accents,
each serving a purpose.

Transparency,
the fish can’t see it,
you view it as a need.

The label that’s blue,
once tagged its purity,
is tucked and twisted through.

Tied into a bow,
it’s no more,
now structure from within.

The silver one
I like best
it glistens the reminder.

Your purpose served,
nature made,
a cradle for your eggs.
Now rest,
keep them warm,
soon they’ll return
and find more uses
to what’s found on
our one ground floor.

Maureen Young Ingram

I love imagining the repurposing of the bows and ribbons in the nest, the idea that these (nominally) pretty frivolous items are “now structure from within.” So insightful! Love your thinking, love this poem.
nature made,
a cradle for your eggs.

Susie Morice

Linda — What an inventive poem…the whole notion of that bird poking around “repurposing” ribbons and the rest of the detritus of other lives now rethought to “cradle…eggs.” Gosh, how beautiful is that?! Wowza! I love this. Love the title and love the poem. Thank you. Susie

Emily Yamasaki

Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem! The last stanza is my favorite – I’ve read it a few times now and I keep finding new reasons to love it!

Barb Edler

Susie and readers, I had so much fun writing this poem. I knew immediately when I read today’s prompt that I would write about Aldo as he grew up just 40 miles north of where I live. I chose to use the pantoum form today to honor Aldo’s incredible contribution to conservation efforts. Many of these words are borrowed from his publication, A Sand County Almanac, and the title is from the link about him that Susie shared. Just to give credit where credit is due: “What good is it?” “feathered bomb” “Amorous bucks” “white rumps against the hill” are phrases from his book. Aldo did work in a chicken coop in Baraboo, Wisconsin, and he shared in his almanac how he realized he was wrong to kill a wolf when he was young and had “trigger-itch”. We must all live in harmony is his philosophy. So much to share about him, so little time. Thanks, Barb.

Aldo Leopold, The Father of Wildlife Ecology

“What good is it?” asks the unlearned beast
Above Burlington’s Mississippi river bluff
A feathered bomb dives to feast
Gold-green prairies wave, dancing with fluff

Above Burlington’s Mississippi river bluff
Amorous bucks battle below owl wings
Gold-green prairies wave, dancing with fluff
Honking rumps, white against the hill, sing

Amorous bucks battle below owl wings
He kills the wolf, young and full of trigger-itch
Honking rumps, white against the hill, sing
Her dying green eyes, reveal his error, the switch

He kills the wolf, young and full of trigger-itch
Aldo works in a chicken coop to restore ravaged lands
Her dying green eyes, reveal his error, the switch
Conserve precious wildlife with thoughtful hands

Aldo works in a chicken coop to restore ravaged lands
A feathered bomb dives to feast
Conserve precious wildlife with thoughtful hands
“What good is it?” asks the unlearned beast

Barb Edler
29 April 2021

Maureen Young Ingram

Barb, you have introduced me to Aldo Leopold and I must read up on him immediately! Love the pantoum, how it gently yet powerfully echoes so many important themes. This moment of understanding – wow!:
Her dying green eyes, reveal his error, the switch
Conserve precious wildlife with thoughtful hands
What an extraordinary awakening, how beautiful that he writes of his changed heart and works to live in harmony. He sounds amazing; your poem is amazing! Thank you!

Susie Morice

Barb — I am so glad you wrote from Aldo L’s quote…how cool to be a neighbor! I could see those Burlington bluffs. I could feel that young man’s/boy’s trigger-itch… what a godawful lesson that is. I felt the error of the “dying green eyes”…dang, that’s so sad. The pantoum’s repetitions really work to drive these images through the poem. Bookending with “What good is it?” is provocative…that darned “unlearned beast” are we. Wonderful poem to make us think and appreciate “precious wildlife.” Thank you. Susie

Scott M

Susie, what an excellent prompt! It’s very thorough and well-developed! We could take this wholesale and use it in class tomorrow, so thank you. And I really enjoyed your mentor poem. It sings! (I love the rhythm and rhyme here: “As the sun crests, she stretches, / fills her lungs with air that scratches, / her throat catches, / she feels her burning axis.”) (And I tried to perform a word-ectomy on my various drafts, so I think that helped!)
___________________________________

Did Hamlet
have
it right?

Is the world
just an
“unweeded
garden
that grows
to seed”?

I think of this
sometimes
when I see
another
video clip
of “People
Behaving
Badly”
another
video clip
of anti-maskers
and anti-vaxxers.

We are awash
in a “sea of
troubles”
and I am
carried
along
on the current
until I reach
the shores
of “The Great
Pacific
Garbage
Patch,”
a mass
of flotsam
so vast
it is over
twice
the size
of
Texas,

and I think
that, yeah,
maybe Hamlet
does have
a point:
“man delights
not me.”

Susie Morice

Hey, Scott — How appropriate to pull Hamlet’s cord here… yes, what a piece of work is man! Geez. The weeds of anti-vaxxers, and the like, really frost my cookies and the plastic swirling out there in the ocean the SIZE OF TX for crying out loud! I’m glad you found the prompt something you could use in class… that was my hope. Do fix that error on Vandana Shiva (scroll below for the correct quote)… the darned WordPress won’t let me fix it… no “edit” button. Oh well. Very meaningful poem! Thanks. Susie

barbedler

Scott, your poem cleverly reveals a great deal of the despair I feel about the world’s big troubles, humans who think only about themselves! I love how you show this big picture, and the garbage patch is a significant. I love how you connect the opening line with Hamlet’s question and connect back to this at the end. Thank you for your insightful poem!

Maureen Young Ingram

The problems of our world are so overwhelming, and you touch on this so cleverly, so wisely. Where to begin, where to begin, where to begin?

Glenda C

Scott,
I’m w/ you: “Man delights not me.” Did you know there’s a description of the Great Pacific Garbage Parch in chapter 88 of “Life of Pi”? I wonder if one could argue Shakespeare embodies an environmental ethic.

Glenda Funk

Typo alert! No clue where that C originated. Len hit a pothole as I was typing. ?

Glenda Funk

Ken. Not Len. No clue who that dude is. Must be the beer I drank, and I-15 North. ?

Scott M

LOL Thanks for the title! I’ll add it to the (ever growing) list. (And I’m going to start blaming Len for all of my typos in the futuer…curse you, Len!)

Maureen Young Ingram

I just loved this poem! My nickname for my two-year-old granddaughter is Frog, and this was sheer delight to read of another’s loving obsession. These lines hopped out (smile! wink! hahaha):
“We’d listen to her
translate the lake frogs –
the stories they would tell.”

Maureen Young Ingram

Susie, your inspiration is fabulous! Just what I needed today. I appreciate the quotes, the resources, your process, everything – and, especially your poem; these lines burn (keeping thematically with ‘house on fire’ !) – “a child feels the sting of wrong,/ senses the lies and heat of broken promises;”

I can’t stop thinking about my two year old granddaughter’s instinctive respect and care for the environment, and how this holds true for all my students during my career as a preschool teacher. Thus, in my poem, children are the earth-keepers:

at what age
do we let go
the commonsense
a child holds?

a child’s instinct is
to dig and discover
worm in the rich dark deep
pill bug hiding under stone
how there is much more below
to wonder

a child knows
earth is their home
watching birds circle above the tree
hearing hills beckon for a roll
how the lick of a goat is
to enjoy

a child studies
the new and the different
rainwater flowing across the yard
a fallen tree ripe with life
how blooming flowers are
to see

a child appreciates
they are earth-keepers
jumping from rock to rock
the wild surprise of cicadas
how fragrant fresh air is
to breathe

a child watches
cause and effect
blowing tender seeds of dandelions
turning on and off water
how a woodpecker’s tap tap tap is
to pause

listen
return
to a child
marvel at majestic
cultivate questions
face the future
bravely
with great care
treasuring
the miracle of earth

Susie Morice

Oh yes, Maureen — You are so right… if not the children, then who? You have captured the wisdom and elegance of a child’s curiosity… “worm in the rich dark deep” and they watch the birds and know the “lick of a goat” is wonder-full. “The wild surprise of cicadas” and “blowing tender seeds” …that pappus that I wrote about the other day. The importance of your line “cultivate questions” is the critical wallop that I really felt. We ACT by “cultivat[ing] questions” in our children…there…right there is where it starts. Wonderful! Thank you. Susie

Sarah

Maureen,
Thank you for your call to action and invitation to look anew at our earth. The lines that had me especially lingering were
“they are earth-keepers
jumping from rock to rock
the wild surprise of cicadas
how fragrant fresh air is
to breathe”

Thinking of earth-keepers, to have this identity and to do what earth-keepers do is a lovely way of thinking about the way we move about our spaces, our shared spaces with cicadas and what allows us to, in fact, breathe!

Sarah

Barb Edler

Maureen, wow, this is such a stunning poem so rich with the magic of children. I absolutely adore the end of your poem, it is extremely sage advice. Outstanding poem! Thank you for sharing this beautiful wisdom today!

kimjohnson66

Maureen, you are so adept describing the wonderings and backyard digs of the child’s curiosity. Great question! At what age DO we lose that love of digging in the earth to discover what we don’t know??

Glenda Funk

Maureen,
This is amazing. I love all the verbs showing a child’s intuitive wisdom: A child knows, discovers, studies, appreciates, watches, listens. And we treat children as though adults know best. Nonsense. Your poem is amazing. I love everything about it.

Cara

Maureen,
I love this! Yes, we should all return to the awe and wonder and respect that children have for nature. I particularly love your last stanza–we should most fervently be “treasuring / the miracle of earth.” Thank you for sharing.

Susie Morice

Bryan — I really enjoyed the jaunt of your poem, taking me on this ride. Especially, from this point:

“The Great Whatever.
The preciousness of a poem.

She taught me this.”

Then, the beautiful natural world images held the sense of time tripping… “the willow branches” and

“waters of Loch Lebanon,
where evening stars came to bathe” …lovely line.

The image of Grandpa Spence and that cigarette…tracking scores… funny. Then, the whole scene just takes me right to a similar place in my own memory…the camp cots, the quirky things in a cabin (styrofoam heads, hats..LOL), the frog-talk…funny and spot-on, all those natural wonders of a child’s senses and the interruption of the JW at the door…takes us to your title…the whole poem feels like a frolic with great reverence to how precious it all was/is. I enjoyed the rapid pace of one thing after the next, much like Mother Nature piques all our senses at once and we are swamped with the wow of it all.

Thank you for getting your poem posted here. WordPress seems to be giving us fits these last couple days. Susie

Ann McClellan

I decided to do two poems for two women. The first is Isatou Ceesay, an environmental activist in Gambia who began a project in 1998 to create purses from recycled plastic bags. The other is Elizabeth Zunon, an illustrator who brought to life images of Ceesay’s mission in the book One Plastic Bag: Isatou Ceesay and the Recycling Women of the Gambia. She even included recycled plastic materials in her illustrations. I used the following quote from Ceesay:

“People thought I was too young and that women couldn’t be leaders. I took these things as challenges; they gave me more power. I didn’t call out the problems–I called out solutions.” -Isatou Ceesay

Thank you for the wonderful prompt, Susie! It inspired me to research many of the names you provided!

http://oneplasticbag.com/buy-or-sell-the-purses/

Isatou Ceesay

Braiding fibers into hope
Weaving problems into solutions
Turning ugliness into beauty
With every tender movement
Of your fingers
And your words
You breath life back into death
And decay
You saw the Earth around you choking
And called upon your sisters
To free its fragile throat
Even as the harshest winds
Howled against your mission.

Elizabeth Zunon

Painting color into darkness
Drawing truth where none dare speak it
Making the old new again
With every cut and stroke
You piece together the good
The bad
The bright
The world
You wish to see
And have seen
And want others to see
You take her lit match
And light the wicks
Of readers around the world.

Susie Morice

Oh, Ann — You made just wonderful choices in your focus points. Gotta love Isatou Ceesay in this work and the illustrator work of Zunon. I love that we are learning about these mighty efforts. You chose some poignant phrasings: “weaving problems into solutions” and the image of “choking” and freeing the “fragile throat” — indeed. In the Zunon poem I really likes the punch of those short lines…reading that aloud just makes that powerful. “Light the wicks/of readers around the world.” Yes, and we start here today with your poems! Thank you. Susie

Maureen Young Ingram

What a beautiful coupling, to write about these two! Thank you for introducing me to their work. Love that quote by Isatou Ceesay, “I didn’t call out the problems–I called out solutions” and how you worked this into your poem – “Weaving problems into solutions/Turning ugliness into beauty” In the second poem, I love those concluding lines, “You take her lit match/And light the wicks/Of readers around the world.” Fabulous!

Sarah

Ann!
Love this duo and the artistry of your lines as well as the imagery of “weaving” and “painting” that amplifies the activism of these women. And isn’t this a great lesson-unit for students — reading, annotating, comparing, and then rendering information anew into poetry! Love it — and congrats on your new job!

Ann McClellan

Thank you so much!!

Rachel S

Leaverite

From his home in Tremonton, Great-Grandpa collected rocks
in a colossal yard pile, he kept his selected rocks

as kids we came to visit, and after rhubarb pie
we’d eye the pile, cravingly, for we expected rocks

the choicest finds were geodes, with crystals cached inside
waiting to be disclosed when Grandpa dissected rocks

carefully cut and polished to shine, then perfectly set;
in priceless pendants, bands or rings he erected rocks

though time has turned, his legacy lives on
as great-great grandkids learn how he respected rocks

Susan Ahlbrand

Rachel,
A very heartwarming poem. I really love the look, sound, and idea of this phrase: “with crystals cached inside.”

susiemorice

Oh, Rachel — This is such a beautiful tribute to your Great-Grandpa! The rock man! And geodes at that! Wow! The anticipation of kids who “expected rocks” is quite precious. That is so cool. I loved the image of “dissected rocks” and the precision of getting from the rock to the crafted jewelry. Lovely. Does anyone in your family do this kind of rock hunting? Thank you for this sharing of family! Susie

Maureen Young Ingram

What an earth-keeper your Great Grandpa was! What an inspiration for the generations to follow. How I would have loved to see and investigate that rock pile – what treasure.

Sarah

Rachel,
This is beautiful. I love thinking about the way Grandpa respected rocks as an instruction manual for humanity.
Sarah

Denise Krebs

Susie, thank you for this prompt. Your poem as always is rich and thought-provoking. The title and metaphor are perfect for her quote. I can feel the smoke and danger in these lines:
“fills her lungs with air that scratches,
her throat catches,”
And the closing lines I’ve read so many times:
‘of a planet that smolders and courses
the molten lava of her truth.’

I appreciated the specific challenges of finding words with similar sounds. I don’t normally pay attention to those internal sounds in words. Also, I did delete several words–“of the” “will be” etc. So that was another very practical thing I could do. Thanks, teacher! I’ve been enjoying some time this afternoon looking through the links and being inspired to do more and be more in protection of our planet. Maybe I’m writing to myself in this poem.

I made a Golden Shovel poem with part of this quote from Samuel Hall Young, who attributes it to John Muir in his book: Alaska Days with John Muir, chapter 7 (1915) “Keep close to Nature’s heart, yourself; and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean from the earth-stains of this sordid, gold seeking crowd in God’s pure air.

What we keep
Is revealed in our close
Connections to
Our blessed oasis. Nature’s
Sacrifice, the whisper of her heart…
Calculates her capacity to survive. She shivers–Wash
The carbon off your
Knife blade, murderer. Your spirit
must be clean
of the earth-
stains.

Ann McClellan

Denise, this is so simple yet profound! I got goosebumps from the lines “the whisper of her heart…calculates her capacity to survive.” I also love the way you used punctuation and capitalization to frame and highlight certain words and phrases.

Susie Morice

Oooo, Denise! This rocks! The pulse of Nature’s heart is here…I LOVE that. And “Wash/the carbon off your/knife blade” — wowza! That carbon footprint… that is such a kick-butt phrase! And the beginning…”what we keep” is a challenge to each of us to determine what we will keep. Quite a provocative poem! Thank you. Susie

Maureen Young Ingram

Denise, this is amazing! Only eleven lines long, and so profound. Love the phrase “Your spirit/must be clean” and how it straddles two lines.

Barb Edler

Denise, your poem has so many lines and words that are incredible. Love “whisper of her heart” “She shivers-Wash” “Knife blade, murderer” “must be clean/of the earth-/stains”….like whoa! I am in awe! You’ve captured nature’s invaluable beauty and the horror of the destruction being committed. Holy cow, this poem completely rocks! I’m not sure if you publish your poems, but I sure would try to get this one published. Thank you for sharing such an amazing, moving poem!

Glenda Funk

Denise,
Those first lines speak to our priorities. We cherish and care for what we value. I think we’re sharing the same brain wave today, although our forms are quite different. These days I can’t get enough nature. I want to live in the woods.

Susan Ahlbrand

Holy cow, Susie! This is a perfect set-up of a lesson that surely will bring out excellent poetry. Admittedly, I’m not as in tune to nature and our environment as I should be. I’m hopeful that in my retirement years, we can start hitting the National Parks as a way of taking in more of our country’s beauty.

Nature’s Beauty

Annual vacations in Sanibel
much of our time
occupied with
a luxurious condo
five-star restaurants
high-end shopping
world-renowned golf courses
breathtaking real estate
bike rides by the lighthouse and the docks
where yachts galore roost.

During the sunshine-filled days,
we often turn our attention to beach fun
beautiful white sand beaches
peppered with shells of all kinds
whelks
murex
scallops
lady slippers
sand castles adorned by them
and other sea stuff.

But
the patriarch who
initiated these trips
and whose finances
allow us to continue going
spends part of each day
on his bike riding through
“Ding” Darling,
Dingo as he affectionately calls it.
A National Wildlife Refuge
taking up miles of the prime
real estate of this bougie place,
Dingo is home to
birds
mammals
reptiles
amphibians
fish
invertebrates,
some of which are endangered.
Mangroves and seagrass beds,
marshes, swamps, and mudflats
provide the habitat

It’s a better than good day
when
Osprey
manatees
alligators
pelicans
dolphins
sea turtles
are spied
on the eight-mile-long
leisure ride.
The trek back to the condo
holds anticipation
of sharing stories of
the wonders seen with
those who didn’t go.

The man with the money
who takes time to take in nature’s delights
rather than just relish in the man-made ones
that co-exist on “his” island
helps us all
adjust our priorities.
Trips through Dingo will
forever be a part of our time
on Sanibel.

~Susan Ahlbrand
29 April 2021

Susie Morice

Aah, Susan, you make me want to head to FL for that bike ride. I feel the tug between the world of “the man with the money” and the glories of the island and all the beauty it has to offer. Your images have me wanting more mangroves and seagrass beds, the osprey and the manatees… and seen from a bike instead of a highway vehicle….aaah. We were all pedaling along here. And the key word: “co-exist.” Not easy! Thank you. Susie

kimjohnson66

Susan, it sounds like the man with the money enjoys more of the things that money cannot buy – and what a life lesson he gives! I love the picture that comes to mind with him riding his bike!

Alex Berkley

“We’re not scaremongering / This is really happening” – Radiohead

We often say
It’s a small world
But the truth is
It’s too big
We don’t see our
7.x billion neighbors
And they don’t see us

But they know
When the water turns brown
When the air poisons their lungs
When the rain won’t come
When the food won’t grow
When the Amazon burns

When the poor are so tired
Of being spit on
That the only voice they hear
Is a lunatic liar
They know who’s listening
They know who’s speaking out

And we all get a little more lost
Like children in a mall
That is closing soon

A few measly years
Wrapped in a plastic coating
Orbiting this blind Earth

Susie Morice

Alex — I love the heat in your voice in this poem. The litany of “when…” “when…” “when…” really moves that voice to a pitch that starts to grit its teeth, and I LOVE it. At what point will we become un-“blind” on this earth? I sure feel that apocalyptic vibe of Radiohead. Of course, the “lunatic liar” isn’t lost on me. Your poem is a powerful cautionary tale. Thank you! Susie

Barb Edler

Alex, the message here is extremely powerful. I thought the catalog of problems was particularly chilling. We do know when things go wrong, and then we suffer. The final stanza blew me away. “Orbiting this blind Earth”….terrifying! Your poem is straight-forward and honest. Thank you!

Glenda Funk

Alex,
That Radiohead quote is spot on. The mall metaphor is so apropos here. Love it. We have many anti-science flatlanders living among us. They can’t see beyond their own horizons snd have no desire to. Yo-you nailed it w/ this poem.

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

I could not find the REGULAR PLACE where we add out poems, so I’m posting here a poem honoring FAITH SPOTTED EAGLE

Heard in the Herd of Voices

I will not stop
Because I loss
My voice I will not drop
You are not my boss

Running in the race
Negativity we all will face
But speaking out, they heeded
Maybe that’s all that was needed

We work to stop the Keystone pipe
Whose presence would most surely wipe
Out ecosystems and destroy our tribal lands
I may not be popular enough to win
I may not have that many fans
Cheering in the stands

You better stay woke and watch my smoke
Faith Spotted Eagle is staying in the fray
“Cause the cause of our tribes will surely win one day.

Faith Spotted Eagle – Native American environmentalist – South Dakota – fighting for the water rights and preservation of native lands — https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faith_Spotted_Eagle

Anna, the regular place is no more. WordPress had an update that disabled the comment platform I was using, so now you have to scroll to the end for the textbook or hit CTRL+end. Sorry for the frustration. Your poem si fine where it is!

Anna

Thanks, Sarah. We teachers are flexible. Whatever must be done will get done! We appreciate the platform sharing and learning together.

Susie Morice

Anna — Yes! Faith Spotted Eagle needs to read, needs to hear this poem. It demands to be read aloud to let those rhymes ring! I so love the idea of bringing her voice forward with the “I” of the poem. She challenges us to “stay woke” and has the sass of “watch my smoke” and “staying in the fray.” The work she has contributed to acknowledging the disaster of the Keystone Pipeline is sure blaring your poem today. Wonderful! Seriously, Anna, find a way to send this poem to her. Thank you. Susie

Linda Mitchell

ooooh, we are on the same page today. I so enjoyed learning a bit about Faith Spotted Eagle. Love that line, “You better stay woke and watch my smoke.” Great rhythm. Great rhyme.

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Yes, Linda, reading about the valiant woman inspired us both today. What next while we wait for her to “sit on the eggs” so they will hatch. Loved that image with her names. Faith and Eage! Wow!

Maureen Young Ingram

Anna, thank you for this poem, for focusing on the fight against the Keystone pipeline. Love the power expressed so simply with “My voice I will not drop.”

Barb Edler

Susie, wow, what an amazing post. Your links and process are sensational. I wish I was teaching my high school English classes today. This lesson is laid out so wonderfully. I love it! I’m having another crazy day on the road, but cannot wait to start writing. Greta is amazing just as your poem and prompt today. Loved the entire poem and especially “of a planet that smolders and courses
the molten lava of her truth.” Have a wonderful day of reading! Thank you!!!!

Stefani B

Thank you Susie for the prompt today and the plethora of resources. I returned to a Ted talk I used to use for a writing assignment to guide me. I used this quote to inspire me today: “Gardening is my graffiti. I grow my art. Just like a graffiti artist, where they beautify walls, me, I beautify lawns, parkways. I use the garden, the soil, like it’s a piece of cloth, and the plants and the trees, that’s my embellishment for that cloth.” by Ron Finley during his Guerilla Gardener Ted Talk: https://www.ted.com/talks/ron_finley_a_guerrilla_gardener_in_south_central_la/transcript and then I was also reminded of Tupac’s poem and album: https://allpoetry.com/The-Rose-That-Grew-From-Concrete

the urban garden
built off weeds reaching
anxiously through asphalt
broken concrete brings life
to be stepped on
to yearn for the sun who
shyly hides behind the smog
photo-synth-a sizing up the
space it can expand
to flourish
it feeds off help
this natural vegetation
evolutionized out of the metro
gentrified away from
the consumption, leaving
drive thru brick & mortar
preservatives to replenish
the bodies of the urbanites

Ann McClellan

Stefani, I love the flavor of this poem! The descriptions are so rich and vivid. I love the lines “preservatives to replenish the bodies of the urbanites.”

Susie Morice

Stephani — Thank you for sharing Ron Finley’s TED talk… so inspirational… I wanna be a “gangsta gardener”! And Tupac’s poem…yes, these are great resources! Your poem really speaks to the food desert and the feel of the desert where life crawls up through the “asphalt” and “behind the smog.” The wordsmithing of “photo-synth-a sizing up the
space ” is spot-on! Our cities and those “gentrified” images are very real. Your poem gives us a lot to think about, and to ACT upon! Thank you. Susie

Linda Mitchell

Such specific language really gives this poem a tone. Weeds, asphalt, metro, brick, urbanites. I want to see this…I’ll bet an illustrator would love to take this poem on as a project.

kimjohnson66

Stefani,
This is beautiful! I love the feeling of life in the broken concrete. This pulls at my heart here:
the urban garden
built off weeds reaching
anxiously through asphalt
broken concrete brings life

What a vivid image of life longing to live!

Fran Haley

This is fantastic, Stefani – the beats sound & “feel” urban, and I LOVE “photo-synth-a sizing”! So clever, and I feel longing in it.

Emily Yamasaki

Wow! I love the detail and word choice in each line. The grunge in it is so clearly portrayed.

Susie Morice

NOTE TO ALL: The quote by Vandana Shiva is in error. It should be the following: “…the idea of owning intellectual-property rights for seeds is a bad, pathetic attempt at seed dictatorship,… Our commitment is to make sure that dictatorship never flourishes.” (she is the remarkable force from India who battles the practice of farming monocultures and corporations that control the reproduction of seeds…practices that destroy the land and the voice of farmers). Sorry for the goof-up. Susie

Kim Johnson

Susie, you have awakened a passion in my heart today! Your words ring like the Garden of Eden in all its splendor and perfection – and then “all manner of demon thoughts pushed through” and all hell breaks loose. Your parallels to the consequences of sin in our world and the destruction it causes are real and sobering. I love your topic, I love your words. Thank you for hosting us today and turning our eyes to nature. My favorite has always been Aldo Leopold, but today I’m going to give a shout to one of Georgia’s foremost environmentalists, Janisse Ray, known as the Rachel Carson of the Southeast, in mirroring nonettes.

Janisse Ray
Ecology of a Cracker Childhood
“Not long ago I dreamed of actually cradling a place as if something so amorphous and vague as a region, existing mostly in imagination and idea, suddenly took form. I held its shrunken relief in my arms, a baby smelted from a plastic topography map, and when I gazed down into its face, as my father had gazed into mine, I saw the pine flatwoods of my homeland.”

A Logging Nonsense Nonette

pine
forests-
Longleaf pines
Loblolly pines
ecosystems of
keystone diversity
animals filling niches
parklike words to protect them from Great Horned
Owls, coyotes, and foxes

logging crews swoop in and cut through rings
decade timelines of eras lived
giving shelter to sparrows,
chipmunks, fox squirrels, and snakes
understory shade
to flora and
fauna – for
homes they
pine

Susie Morice

Holy moly, Kim! You really sparked a gorgeous mirror nonette…and MIRRORING is precisely the vehicle for looking at this natural world…how brilliant is that?! Woo! “Pine” to “Pine” and the shift in meaning… oh yes. Prompted by Janisse Ray’s words starts us off with gorgeous, and then your words…well, dang, girl, you’ve got it all this morning! I hate the image of the “logging crews” … it takes me immediately to Fran’s poem inspired by The Understory (doggone good novel that speaks reams of truth). You give us that godawful image of “cut through rings” and it feels like skin lacerations. And messing with my birdies (apologies to Stacey, LOL) is enough to get me all fired up. Great poem… and a wonderful tribute to Earth. Thank you for being so moved this morning! Susie

Stefani B

Kim, I always enjoy a nonette and you’ve created a mirror nonette for us, so even more syllables for us to digest and enjoy! I like how you’ve sandwiched this with pine in two different forms. Thank you for sharing today.

Maureen Young Ingram

Kim, this nonette is piercing; this image of logging crews and the habitats they destroy really takes my breath away:
logging crews swoop in and cut through rings
decade timelines of eras lived
We have such a fixation on immediate and selfish pleasure, without looking at how one thing affects another, how interrelated everything is, as in the quote Susie gave us:
“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.” – John Muir

Now I need to learn more about Janisse Ray!

Fran Haley

Rachel Carson of the Southeast-! A magnificent quote – will need to read more of Ray. Your beautiful nonette feels like home to me, Kim. Today you and meet in the understory!

Fran Haley

Susie, you’ve so captured Thunberg’s passion. It reverberates in every single line, within in the vivid, burning imagery, within her purpose: “she knows she must speak/eyeball to eyeball with the aged clutches of power…” -we feel her power, and yours.

I went in a little different direction, perhaps, with the first image that came to mind, my favorite earth-keeper of all, with a springboard from one of my favorite novels.

“We found that trees could communicate, over the air and through their roots…We found that trees take care of each other…seeds remember the seasons of their childhood and set buds accordingly…trees sense the presence of other nearby life…a tree learns to save water…trees feed their young and synchronize their masts and bank resources and warn kin and send out signals to wasps to come and save them from attacks.” -Richard Powers, The Overstory

Understory Haiku

Once upon a time
my grandfather dug a well
in the earth he loved

he never said why
or who needed that water
maybe his neighbors

farm communities
did that; they worked together
for the common good

down deep in that hole
his shoveling uncovered
a fully-formed tree

never saw the likes
he said, and I never asked
what became of it

but I imagine
it still lives, long after him
my understory

Susie Morice

Good heavens, Fran, this is beautiful! First off, I LOVELOVELOVE Richard Powers’ book… it is an eyeopening tale. My cousin said that she was so inspired by the real life of trees that she planted a dogwood in her back yard… it is gearing up to bloom any day now. Your poem in haiku form offers us your tale, and I love it. The grandfather digging and unearthing a tree… this act and the way each haiku unfolds has a mythic quality to it, magical. I loved the lines about farm communities and the common good — INDEED! You capped your story with a haiku …”my understory” that was perfect! I gave out an exhaling “aah, perfect” when I read it. Full circle always feels so right. You too, early bird, have launched a glorious day today! Thank you. Susie

Stefani B.

Fran, Someone recently recommended this book to me, it is on my list. It is impressive how many haiku’s you’ve been able to write this morning to effectively tell your story here. Thank you for sharing today.

Linda Mitchell

Cool! I love how your ending is so related to your beginning. It’s an interesting, fascinating idea…finding a tree in the midst of such good hearted work on the part of a grandfather. I would love to see this story continue. This is a great introduction.

Sarah

Amplifying youth activist Anthony Tamez-Pochel, 19, Wuskwi Sipihk First Nations Cree, Sicangu Lakota (he/him), Chicago

urban Natives.
the Chi-Nations Youth
don’t live on the reservation

sovereignty lives in Albany Park
a First Nation Garden
reclaiming ancestral lands
gathering, growing
reclamation in restoration

inside the tepee, they start a fire
boiling maple sap from Albany Park trees
inside the resolution, they declare
First Nations the ecosystem among
Chi-town prairie, savannah, lakes
before the printing press and concrete jungle
healing the land from genocide
planting seeds to sow trauma
a garden’s medicine for rematriation

Margaret Simon

I am intrigued by your poem and want to know more about this project. I love the use of alliteration in “gathering, growing,” and “reclamation in restoration.”

Susie Morice

Sarah — I LOVED reading more about Anthony Tamez-Pochel — What a fascinating effort is his work to honor his people and their First Nations identity! I have the feeling we will learn a whole lot today about folks across the country who are making positive change. Your poem invites us into the tepee to smell that “boiling maple sap” and feel that prairie, to long for preservation amidst the “concrete.” The line “healing the land from genocide” surely reminds us that we have a say in changing things with “a garden’s medicine.” Your ending word is so well chosen! Thank you for such a thought-filled poem so early this April morning! Susie

Stefani B

Sarah, I appreciate how you are given voice to the “urban Natives” and I love your lines “healing the land from genocide/planting seeds to sow trauma” to connect to nature. Have you heard about texting 855-917-5263 the area code you live or visit? It then replies to the text with that zip code’s indigenous people/nation, to allow us to acknowledge the sacred space we occupy.

Linda Mitchell

Love that word, amplify. I’m so drawn to what I “think” first people’s voices have to tell me/us. I appreciate amplification over retelling or that dreaded word, ‘splaining.’

Fran Haley

The work for healing is, in itself, sacred – how mighty are the young people who are stepping up and speaking up. Beautifully written!

Linda Mitchell

Good Morning Writers, what a thought-provoking prompt. It’s so tempting for me to overwrite with all the responses I have to it. But, I’m trying to keep my response small….distilled. Susie, your poem lives with what this young woman must have felt before speaking out…the risk of speaking truth to the power of the UN. I love how you compare her truth with.molten lava.

“At 2 years old, I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t ask questions, but I remember people carrying furniture out of a log house on the Missouri River,” Spotted Eagle said. “There was a feeling of fright, anger, sadness. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it and this old log cabin was being consumed by water. I was born into it and the people before me were. I just go back to my list of 100 and I hope to do that until I’m 100.” ~Faith Spotted Eagle

You will never catch her
Faith Spotted Eagle

Charged by her father
to protect the Missouri River

More than seven decades
of alarm call fills her mouth

Meeting notes pile up
A nest of alliances

Growing perils within her range
sacred lands of her ancestors

There is work to do
the people need a champion.

Faith Spotted Eagle takes flight.

Susie Morice

Linda – Good morning it is when I see the first poem rise with the voice and beauty of Faith Spotted Eagle. Linda, thank you for this early “flight.” The narrative of the quote truly starts the interaction with your poem’s sense of acknowledgement and praise. I feel that eagle flight as we see her protecting, in flight over “her range” and “fill[ing] her mouth.” This is an inspired poem and a wonderful call to action. Indeed, we have “work to do.” Thank you! Susie

Margaret Simon

When I saw this prompt, I thought of you. “Linda will love this dive into research.” I love that last line!

Stefani B

Linda, I love your line “a nest of alliances”…this is very powerful. Thank you for sharing today.

Fran Haley

The people DO need a champion… and a voice such as hers. It’s a sacred calling. Haunting and rousing all the way, Linda.