From tiny beginnings to oceans I discovered the world in words


as published in Waterlife WWT magazine.

Where are the otters, natterjacks, newts,
I saw as a child when out playing with friends?
As kids we loved mud pies and splashing,
pond dipping, stepping stones,
feeding the ducks.
They fenced off our playground,
drained and built houses.
We were so disappointed at what they had done.
No flowers, blue devil’s bit scabious,
golden marsh marigold.
Where do they grow?
From these disappointments
come anger at loss
of valuable ‘wetlands’
and the power that they bring.
Plants that support life,
protection for all.
Baer’s pochard and other birds
close to extinction.
Why drain their feeding grounds,
breeding grounds,
routes of migration?
Why destroy saltmarsh,
and then make new ‘wetlands’,
away from the estuaries,
for rice paddies, salt pans,
and ponds to breed fish?
When all this was natural
without exploitation,
protecting our coastlines
as sea levels rise.
Marsh absorbs poisons and pesticides,
soaks flood-water in peat bogs,
but why should I care?
I don’t need mangroves,
coral reefs, salt-water marshes,
rivers or floodplains,
so what’s it to me?
I am not starving, thirsty
or flood-locked.
Plenty more animals and
fish in the sea.
The are ‘wetlands’ not ‘wastelands’.
Don’t lose and abuse them.
Save them, we need them.
They belong to the earth.

Elaine Morris (c) March 2015.


Comments on: "Biodiversity" (9)

  1. Congratulations on being published, Elaine. You must be thrilled.

  2. John Ashton said:

    I applaud the message expressed here Elaine. Congratulations on having it published.

  3. Thank you John it is something very close to my heartb being a member of the Wildfowl and Wetland Trust. I now do some voluntary work at Martin Mere with the children. Hope you are well.

  4. Congratulations Elaine. A wonderful and epic poem.

  5. All the best. A complementary book – to your previous post!

  6. Thanks Jules. A cause close to home.

  7. Went to sort of a medieval feast. At least we didn’t have to eat with our hands.
    But some folks like to be spoil sports. Or at the very least lay low πŸ™‚
    I was a piece of shrubbery to briefly hide the hunter that was going after the ‘bull’ so we could have ‘rump roast’ for our dinner… πŸ˜‰

  8. Hats off for Elaine Morris! πŸ˜‰

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