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The Winner of the Summer 2008 Poetry Competition Count The Seeds Think long as you trawl, The bits of jetsam at a party brawl. The sun burns another day, As a baby is born to the counting ray. Take a walk along the Prairie, Millions of mouths to feed by the good commercial Fairy. The rivers and oceans suckle the Planet’s effluence, Making us richer and poorer as the shadows bestow their sustenance. What will we leave generations to come? A circuit, a plastic doll and lots to add the sum. By B B Jones |
