Poems

An Apology and a Plea

Shame on those who rip the pages
Of our good history books,
And put them in the fire or on the garden,
For our precious peat bogs tell us
About our food, our homes, our weather
For the past thousands of years.

In the present time, intact
They contain mosses of black
and bottle green, bog cotton, rosemary and myrtle,
Bearded lichens of gold and rose,
The mysterious magenta sphagnum,
A clear reminder of progression
Through time.

They hold our future in their depths,
They have a role to play to save
our world from global warming.
For this good reason we want you to ensure
That what we have campaigned to keep
remains unaltered

Inga Irvine (13), Coleraine, Northern Ireland