Cauterised, sterilised

Manicured and tamed.

Pulverised, terrified,

Massacred and maimed.

Caged, manacled,

Tied up and chained,

Flattened butchered

Castrated and drained.

Nature in this century

Always on the run.

Treated like the enemy

And tortured for fun.

People in this modern world

Losing their connection.

Senseless and callous

Bereft of all direction.

Opher 13.3.2021

The planet used to be an interconnecting web of different habitats, each different and rich in number and variety. It was a web that we were part of.

That web is now broken up by fields, roads and towns. It no longer connects.

We are no longer part of it.

Nature has become something to be conquered and tamed.

The wildlife is driven back, the swamps drained, the forests cleared and the seas dredged.

The creatures are driven out. Those we find, the remnants, are poisoned, butchered or tormented for fun.

We know longer have purpose. We think we are above everything.

I fear there will be a terrible reckoning

South of Easter – a story

South of Easter

Mau Rata sat himself down on the couch to explain the events that had been passed down through time by his ancestors.

‘The first tribe settled on Rapa Nui having crossed over a thousand miles of ocean from East Polynesia. Their safe arrival at land heralded as a gift from the great god Make-make. The gift was perfect – a land of plenty, of water, trees, birds and animals. There were eggs, meat and fruit aplenty. It generated much rejoicing. Life was easy.

Their first Anki insisted they give thanks to Make-make and honour their ancestors by building the Moai. The massive statues were carved from the volcanic rocks in the quarries and many trees were chopped down with which to roll them to their sites of erection. Much hard work and industry was required.

The life of ease was soon replaced by the toil of construction and transport, but Make-make was content and the ancestors were suitably honoured. Life on Rapa Nui was pleasant and the tribe prospered and grew. Many Anki came and went and always there was the pressure to produce more Moai for Make-make required appeasement and there were times when the rainfall was slight, the harvests slim and hunting more difficult.

As time passed the trees began to thin out as more and more were used to transport the huge Moai. With the thinning of the trees the soil began to wash away and the crops could not grow, the bird and animal populations decreased and hunting dried up, but there were still plenty fish in the sea.

More importantly, the water became scare. Without the trees the rain was not retained. Life became progressively harder.

The Anki saw this as the anger of Make-make and urged even greater efforts in the making of Moai. Surely if sufficient effort was put into producing Moai Make-make would be pleased, the rains would return and bring back the birds and wildlife; life would be easy again.

Feverishly they carved the rocks in the quarries and the last trees were felled in order to move them to their sites. On the day when the last tree fell, Hotu Matu’a paused with his stone axe, thought for a moment as he stared over the barren surface of their denuded island, and wondered. It was only a brief pause. Wielding the flint axe to good effect he soon brought the very last tree to earth.

The last Moai was moved to its position but there were no more trees on which to roll more Moai, so many were abandoned in the quarries and further carving was halted.

Now life was hard and cruel. There was no shade from the relentless sun. Water was scarce. There were no crops or fruit, no meat or eggs. There was no wood to build canoes or branches to make spears. Fishing became hard. People starved. There were roving bands of cannibals to hide from.

In disgust they began to topple the statues.’

Happy Earth Day 2022!

Let’s hope we still have an Earth to celebrate on in 2023!!

In truth Earth Day should be every day!! Instead of plotting wars, spending trillions blowing each other up, nurturing hate, despair and division, we should be looking after this beautiful jewel!



Poetry – Nature’s Rainbow

Nature’s Rainbow

Yellow, blue, white and pink,

Glittering between shades of green,

Under blue sky,

Yellow sun,

And white clouds;

As Spring explodes in colour.

In the trees, the hedgerows

And verges,

They purvey their scent

To attract and seduce

With UV tracks,


And lively pallor.

Insects, birds, rabbits

And hares

Go about their business

In this new land of plenty

After months

Of slim pickings.

Opher – 3.5.2020

After the grey days of winter nature explodes into colour as the brown soil and skeletons of trees erupt in buds, leaves and flowers.

It is as if nature is providing its own rainbow.

This is a time of renewal, a time of plenty.

It is a joy to watch.

Poetry – Every Day Should be Earth Day

Every Day Should be Earth Day

Arcing through space

On a huge ball of molten rock

Whose surface has set into a thin crust,

Under which is a superheated liquid magma.

In the atmosphere

Of a star, a sphere,

A raging torrent of nuclear fusion and fission.

Bombarded with energy

Heat, light, UV and gamma,

Protected by a delicate magnetic field

And thin band of oxygenated atmosphere.

Based on the water gleaned

From crashing comets,

From organic molecules

Incredibly created spontaneously

Through that bombardment of energy.

Evolving through billions of years

To reach this amazing point in time

When we are able to appreciate

The wonder of our own astounding existence.

Today is a day to consider our place in the vast Milky Way

The fact that we can stand here

And question the universe,

To be alive and able to think, feel and experience,

For every day is really Earth Day.

Opher – 22.4.2020

Once the planet was huge and travel took forever. Once human beings were dispersed in bands of hunter gatherers. Once our numbers were small and our impact tiny.

They used to believe the world and its resources were infinity. They slaughtered animals with impunity.

They used to believe that the forest were so vast we could chop them down forever and never reach the end.

Now our numbers are immense, our impact is enormous, the forest and animals are dwindling fast.

Unless we take decisive action we will lose the whole world.

What a sad state of affairs!

Every day should be Earth Day. Compassionate people should fight for the future!

Poetry – Writing symphonies

Writing symphonies

I’m writing symphonies to the sun

And dancing to mother moon.

I’m writing odes to rocks and trees

And singing the whales a tune.

I’m laughing with the sun and sea

And gasping at the sky;

With dramatic gestures to chimpanzees

Asking the question why.

My life is spent on a thin crust,

Beneath a cosmic whirl,

Creating poems of endless joy

For every boy and girl.

Opher – 10.4.2020

Nature never ceases to amaze me and fill me with awe.

I love watching wild animals and staring up at skies. I love clouds, mountains, trees and snakes.

Seventy years ago I opened my eyes into a wonderland that we take for granted. It is mysterious and fabulous.

Every aspect is incredible.

I write odes of joy to the wonder that surrounds me.

Poetry – How Dainty

How Dainty

How daintily nature steps in

With her floral costume of Spring.

All cheerful and smiles

As she waltzes down aisles,

With sunshine and song

To right every wrong.

She tidies and cleans

With her new guillotine;

With her pruning hook

And hardly a look

She lops off the dead wood

In the neighbourhood.

And we once so proud,

So noisome and loud,

Are the very things

For which her axe swings.

And in her wake

There’s one less headache.

Opher – 29.3.2020

I’ve been doing a lot of walking through the back lanes and countryside during the course of this pandemic.

It has been a beautiful Spring. The sun has shone and nature has blossomed. With people out of the way it is amazing to see nature flourish.

With the blossom out and the new green foliage everything looks pristine.

I wrote a poem for the beauty of nature.

But nature is a gardener. She does not mess about. If she sees something clogging up the garden, out of control, she prunes it, cuts it down so that others can grow.

Nature clears up the deadwood and the weeds – anything that causes problems for the garden.

Perhaps we are being warned?

The pruning hook is at hand?

poetry – How Much is Money Worth?

How Much is Money Worth?

How much is money worth?

                Is it worth a single tree?

                                A forest? Or a stream?

How much is money worth?

                Is it worth a single whale?

                                All the gorillas?

                Or an orangutan, or a tiger?

How much is money worth?

                Is it worth a hurricane?

                                A flood or a drought?

Perhaps a forest fire?

How much is money worth?

                Is it worth a lung?

A plague?

                A kidney or a life?

How much is money worth?

                Is it worth a single family?

Or a country?

                A people or a planet?

What is the price of money?

Opher – 1.3.2020

We are already starting to pay the price for global warming. The climate is changing as a result of the things we are doing. The hurricanes, droughts, forest fires, floods, heatwaves and migrations.

Of course, there are those still in denial, who claim these are natural events and not a result of anything we are doing.

They are wrong.

The science tells us most clearly – unless we change our ways the worst is yet to come.

The deniers are leading us down a path to destruction!