By Mary Hill
As the world changed and new movements began, poets followed suit. In the 20th century, poets began focusing on the real issues of their day. Some became, ecopoets, focused on the fate of the earth and environment. They write of strip mining, Johnathan Skinner, and beautiful birds and counting eagles, Jack Collum.
Some of my favorite lines comes Jack Collum’s poetry about eagles:
we see an eaglewhite-headed, gargantuan, in cottonwood by river back — we drink coffee — high spirits — everybody talks at once of Spanish peanuts — postum — people killing eagles being sick — where we’re going —once Harley saw an eagle & a bluebird & a beaver all in the same spot in Colorado
& another eagle! closer perched upright, dark-bodied turning its arctic headin the light
I have written some poetry about the environment and habitats in my region. This is just one of many.
The Fate of the Rivers
By Mary Hill
By Mary Hill
Marsh, dry and grassy. Little pools
We whiz by and look at the dying beds
Drought wearied and almost gone
Rains come and life reemerges
Little dying beds of water seem to expand
But nothing like their former glory
A bridge over dried up land
Brick monument to what once was
A river of rapids and life
An enemy invading territory and leaving spoils
Kudzu wines twist up the the iron wrought
Seeking sunlight, a kiss of water
Where are the bones
Where are the skulls of the dried up fish?
Walled in a glass interior no smells permeates the air.
Seeking sunlight, a kiss of water
Where are the bones
Where are the skulls of the dried up fish?
Walled in a glass interior no smells permeates the air.
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