9.2 Billion and Counting

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
2012 projections for 2050.

Submitted: May 28, 2012

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9.2 Billion and Counting

It is bedtime, Grandson, you must go to sleep.
One more story? Very well. Let’s see what I can think of.

When I was young, we would go into the garden
And look at the flowers and see insects with brilliant wings.

When I was young, we would look into ponds
And see small black dots grow tails, swim. Grow legs, walk.

When I was young, we would look into the sky
And pick out shapes of white against a bright blue background.

When I was young, there were places of ice and ice
Where white bears roamed free in a wilderness kingdom.

When I was young, there were tall green plants
that covered many hectares - kilometres squared.

When I was young, this really was all fields,
Not this desert, urban, desert land you see.

But now you must sleep in your world, Grandson.
Goodnight. And again, I am sorry.


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