Changing everyday,
Very scary, and
it's getting destroyed.

Weather I'm alive,
Or maybe I won't,
It will hurt us. We

should try and fix this,
Flooding or drying,
our future will lerk.

Full of cash, why wont
they help us fix this.
I hope it won't come.

It will probably,
when we realize
it will be to late.

Will anyone help,
What will they do, to
help or earth heal up

Or will it be gone,
Or will we have to
find a new place, to

call our self at home.

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Oliver
March 19, 2019 6:04 pm

I liked how you brought real world problems into your poem. It really made a deeper understanding of the struggles in the situation. You talked about the weather changing and all of the destruction that is happening which can make people think deeper into the poems theme.

you’re welcome Georgina or Curious George! 🙂

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