Wordsmiths Stanley Traynor, Arjaan Miah and Ned Wildgoose Bulloch
NedWildgoose Bulloch (Year 9) Our usted oots
The Sky Hangs clear and blue. A little, lone building Rests, Taking measurements To mediate Between Nature And Humanity. Grids, rows, Houses, paths, Roads. Stretches Of sleepy suburbs,
We Are humanity. Our roots With nature Lie Rusting, Some even severed. But we can rebuild, reconnect And scrape off The layers of oxide building up. We live in power: Can change Our world for Worse, Or better. We need to Mend the ways We walked Before To reach a harmony, Before our by-products Clog Our World.
We Are humanity. Our Origin is Nature: nature Is where Our roots lie. Deep connections Between us And nature lie, Setting The foundations of us.
Nature Flooded, And now Drowning In decay.
Lumbering Machines, Hulking crates around. Moving, crushing, Reinventing, recycling, Reforming Us, Our World, Giving Nature a presence.
The sun Glints
Through waters Cascading down, Birds Flit And trees Sway In the breeze.
And nature’s Diminishing Presence.
Hills Green grass, And buzzing bees. Reclaimed Land: A park,
Mounds Of mess. Cracked plastic, Rusting metal, Discarded card. Miles and miles, Of heaps and piles, Of rubbish.
Nature Is free.
Still ordered, But still wild, A balance, For humanity, For Nature, For All.
Snow-thick slopes Roll out And across,
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