Conservation

There’s a pond on my grandfather’s land. It has no name. Because it is nameless, it has virtue. Known only for its Calm Undisturbed Natural surroundings. There are frogs in its murky water. As a boy I would catch and release them. Everything was in its place. There’s a lake in the center of my town. It is called Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg. An extremely long denomination for such a small lake. Translations of this native title vary; “Englishmen at Manchaugg At the fishing place At the boundary.” There are bass and trout in its fresh water. It is stocked every year and healed from its deprivation. Still everything is in its place. There’s an ocean to the east of me. It is called The Atlantic. A short name for an ocean so gigantic. Its true meaning has been lost In seemingly endless miles of wakes, That are traveled upon by metal tyrants Through interweaving shipping routes. There are blue whales in its salt water. Their bodies thrashed, meat hunted, and cries unheard. How long will they remain? I saw a Nat Geo special on The Blue Whale the other day, its pretty sad what were doing to them :( So this poem is not only about the conservation of marine wildlife, but all things. And yes the name of that Lake is the real deal LOL! Longest place name in the U.S. woot woot!