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May 18, 2011

FUTURE HISTORY

'Twas over forty years ago
came The Hammer and the snow.
The flying mountain which brought ruin,
freed the wolf, the lion and bruin.

Near a full year of no sunlight
resulted in near total blight.
Of trees and plants a sudden dearth
and famine came to all on earth.

"'Merica" was called this bitter land
ere the glaciers came to hand.
Their conquest still shows no retreat
none ever have enough to eat

I understand why I must hie.
Late winter is when old folk die.
Old I am, so I must leave.
I understand, no need to grieve.

So I go into the frozen waste,
slowly though, no need of haste.
Beasts shall deliver my last rending
forty years past 2012's ending

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

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About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Comments

Tam the Chanter

I feel this catastrophe in my bones. I really liked this write, one suggestion "Of trees and plants a sudden dearth " seems to scan better. Well done.

Ian

S

Still haven't found a word that rhymes with orange lol. I finally succeed at last in leaving theo all aghast....oops there I go and rhyme again, nearly driving you insane (a shorter trip for some than others) lmao.........stan PS last rending was past winter when I rendered a deer into venison