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Environmental Poems

Poems by Greta Akili - ET's Administrative Assistant


O' Wetlands! How I mourn for you,
Death is close at hand,
I am called many names,
Estuarine, mangrove swamp, marsh, bottomlands
And surrounded by mangrove forests,
With oysters stuck to my roots,
Fishes live and depend on me, to feed spawn and grow,
Crabs have homes, tunnels of holes around me,
Turtles pay a visit every year to lay,
And birds of green, little blue and yellow night herons
Reflect upon me.

I also help to protect you, I take in carbon and
Release oxygen for you to breathe
I function like a strainer and a sieve to filter pollutants
From the sea, making it safe for you to swim
I hear two thousand a new millennium
Will I be here for my eco-system and other sisters to survive and flourish?
I am now threatened. I have been cut I am bleeding
Garbage is dumped in and around me I cannot breathe
Filth- Sewage flows into me- I will become sick

Development hotels and airports are building around us
We are dying. Who are the powers that be? Does anyone care?
Will we be saved? Is it already too late?
I hope that we can be saved,
Because in saving us the benefits and gains are so rich,
That we can become millionaires together with MOTHER EARTH

Why Kill

Magical the sea - Within holds many secrets
Compelled by the gentle waves
A walk to become one with
The moon, skies and stars
My eyes open wide
An astonishing sight
A magnificent humongous shell
Is crawling toward me
I stand still, thrilled by
This captivating sight-
A leather back sea turtle
Come home to lay her eggs
This extraordinary beautiful night
What a sight - The memory is imprinted
Never to escape from my life


Knapsack on back -Away we go
Charlotteville here we come
To the sea an adventure
With humming birds, yellow tails and
Blue Tanager to the pinnacle we are
Overlooking the islands, London Bridge
Marble Island, St. Giles with birds of wide spread wings
Man- O- War birds float on the flow of the unmoving wind
Blows to glide to the trees
Decorative with fluff of white almost like a Christmas tree
A flock of birds, Boobies all float on a breeze
Free but hunted in that special place -so sad
The future is to hope that some of this beauty
Remains to be enjoyed by those who are not yet born.

Hunted what a Shame

Wounded, hurt, with pain alone,
Senses reeling, seeing hearing and smelling,
A sound ears so keen. Stop! Listen, eyes peering-
Yet focused, it shines with a reflection of the moon,
The spirit as one natural with the surrounding
Weary, cautiously then with lightening speed to hide,
Not to be found-Dogs- the incessant howling,
Barking, smelling, tracking-
Escape-not in the pot or ice cold frost tonight
Spared for. Tomorrow.


Children playing, laughing
Running into that glorious blue sea,
Swimming to another shore, untiring
With screaming gulls and exclusive hotels
And the magic of yachts anchored at bay
It's a wonderful day
They are itching, eyes burning, nose running-
What we feared is true
No more this treasure - for the children or me?

Beauty Of

Fascinated, standing looking-
At this long cold-blooded creature
Gliding silently moving it's body
Like a rhythmic dance
Spellbound, it is still, silent
Rays of sunshine-
A glittering glow of colors
Black as night and brilliant sunshiny gold
Smooth like velvet
Reflecting as it glides again through-
The dew wet grass-across a low bank of water
The river meandering on its journey
To the arms of the sea
Blending, undulating, hypnotic. Gone

Why Burn

It was no spell
The dream while sleeping-
It's horrid to think it can be
No Trees in sight -
Where is the grass- the butterflies?
A blight?
A fire set for growing
The earth so dry
The wind blowing- blackness descending
It cannot be so
I must be dreaming


What do we do with our bamboo/?
Abundantly it surrounds us
Left to burn or rot
Why don’t we have an industry- Bamboo?
Craft endless utilities
An interesting study Bamboo
Paper, houses, furniture, musical instruments
Grows so quickly- Bamboo
Many parts of the world utilize bamboo
Why don’t we use you more, Eh! Bamboo?


Through a square space small
But what definitions of life forms
The eyes focused on the unleashing rain
Sounds of the continuous beating on the roof top
Thunderous, soft, beating incessantly
A musical sound
Misty outside, between the clumps of bamboo
And the tops together swaying hypnotically
Side to side, forward, backward a dance of a slow samba
Bacarno tall, branches moving the leaves wet
Looking like wet blackbirds
A cabbage palm reaching for the sky
Striking in height forming an umbrella above
With a branch of poui yellow flowers in bloom
Crossing the one legged giant
Humming birds luminous green and red in flight
Mating in mid air, what speed
A spellbound sight
Hillside cleared to plant peas
The smell of cut grass and the smell of shaved pine
Swinging in a hammock - heaven
Then the rain-flies jubilant thousands everywhere
Wings covers the newly made floor
From inside looking through
A small square space at wonders.

Game's End

Nature no secrets she has-
Man and his technology
With his inventions to kill
Another spices extinct.
For I was alone- hunted till death
Earth's creatures, open for invasion
Laws defiled -Speed and scent
Their weapons to escape
But with a frightening feeling
She no longer exists
My little ones will starve
No visions, they continue to invade
Are they never to learn?

Looking Skyward

Stars alight twinkling, glittering
Jewel like reflecting brilliance
It shines with shadows of shapes
Around to circles of rings
Alone amid the glow -
The movement of grey, surrounding cover
No company, darkening
To be under like forever the clouds
They sail across and see a sail in the sky
I am breathing again the glow of a rainbow
Around me
What a magnificent wonder- Look to
The heavens with praise and gaze at the universe
Eternal and thank the great sprit for his blessings

All poems by Greta Akili - posted November 2001
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