Tuesday, May 26, 2015

In India Roads Melt Heat Kills

When the weather is so hard to predict and Lake Superior was almost frozen over for the second time
It is sometimes hard to believe we are in a global warming changing clime
But the news out of India makes me want to buy property in on Frederick Sound
Where on Mitkof Island the eagles soar and Le Conte’s ice bergs come aground
And the rain so often falling in the spring and late summer knocks the mosquitoes down
And like a post card the fishing village Petersburg celebrates Norwegian Independence Day and to be unwound
A world away in sacred cows and curry
Where the summer heat deprives anyone of the rush to hurry
The roads are melting and the Indians are dying off like the proverbial flies
No cooling rain only killing rays coming down from the sky
We live on this speck which has more humans that the angels on the pin
We cannot control the sun rays so are we doomed as a species to lose or win?
Know not but the idea of almost bursting into flames while the oceans begin to boil
As the plants due to the heat wither and collapse into the dried out soil
Means that if our cosmic time is here and there are no deep caves to hold my rhymes
I can only hope the temps increase slowly so like the frog I will not know when it is my time.
© May 26, 2015 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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