By Ivor Steven.
We’ll miss you
Mother Earth
Your splendour
And imposing style
From forest canopies
To the desert Nile
New creations
Beauty, gone
We’ll lose you
Father Time
Your rhythm
And stoic guile
From ancient history
To the future files
New millennia
waiting, gone
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ivor Steven, formerly an industrial chemist, then a plumber, now retired, Ivor has been writing poetry for 19 years. He has had numerous poems published in anthologies, and online magazines. He is an active member of Geelong Writers, a team member/barista with the online magazine Go Dog Go Cafe (America), and also a newly appointed writer for Coffee House Writers magazine (America).
Claudia
I enjoyed this one, Ivor.