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by Lyn Lomasi, Staff Writer
*I originally published this via Yahoo Contributor Network
by Lyn Lomasi, Staff Writer
*I originally published this on Bubblews (no longer published there)
 by Lyn Lomasi, Staff Writer Come take my hand Sit with me a while Come take my hand We'll just laugh a while Come take my hand Listen to my heart Come take my hand We can never part Come take my hand Keep me close this way Come take my hand Promise me you'll stay As you take my hand I'm telling you now Always as one we stand This to you I vow *I originally published this via Yahoo Contributor Network
 I heard her cry as they crumpled their papers
Scattering them over her beautiful floor I heard her cry as they cut down 10 trees Then, hundreds and thousands more I heard her cry as they polluted her waters With paper, plastic, oil, and cans I heard her cry as they used that same water To clean off their dirty hands I heard her cry as they disturbed the animals To build structures that polluted her sky I heard her cry as they kept on going Without even stopping to say hi. I heard her cry as she realized their thoughts Were not of her beauty and wondrous sights I heard her cry as she fell apart So they could rise to 'greater' heights I heard the Earth cry as they paid her no mind Too busy tending to their daily chores Did you hear her cry too from all of her strife Or were you one of those closing their doors? --- This poem is pretty much self-explanatory. Those familiar with some of my poetry and articles may know that nature and taking care of the Earth is a passion of mine. Sometimes people get so caught up in their normal routine that they don't think about the Earth. There are many things people do, not realizing (or sometimes not caring) just how much impact it has on the planet. I often wish more people would open their doors to an eco-friendly change, so that the Earth might last longer. Will they? What do you think? *I originally published this via Yahoo Contributor Network  by Lyn Lomasi, Staff Writer The following is a poem that I wrote after awaking in the middle of the night. I don't know what it means and it has no specific meaning for me. But, I am sharing this poetry anyway because perhaps it means something to someone out there. --- A whisper faintly heard Through miles of forests and land Calling for just a simple Touch of a longing hand Blowing through the breeze A voice that's louder still Yet does anyone even hear One; staring from the windowsill Whispering back faintly Behind window pane and trees Yet the whisper carries Floating amid the breeze *I originally published this via Yahoo Contributor Network
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