the FrackMountain Poetry Project

I invite anyone/and everyone to submit a poem (or song, essay, rant) related to BIG GAS, the Marcellus play, the beauty of this area, its heritage….you get the idea.   I will start things off:

who will want their milk?

Once fields of clover
now radiated mud,

the neighbor cows –
still chewin’ cud.

At my table
I sit and think,

Next time I better buy
elsewhere’s drink.

5 Responses to the FrackMountain Poetry Project

  1. wordwand says:

    a lovely poem, nice rhyming pattern.

  2. Kayak Dude says:

    There once was a lass from EnCana,
    Offering riches beyond heaven’s manna,
    She promised everyone more
    But when we tallied the score,
    All we gained was a dead Susquehanna.

  3. qazse says:

    Hello Wordwand. Thank you for the kind remarks. Do you live near the Marcellus Shale?

  4. R says:

    We all breathe the same air
    drive the same roads
    see the same sky.
    So is it any wonder why
    we don’t want our land to die?

    Richer, poorer, privileged or middle class
    all of us live here
    now in fear
    of losing what some take for granted
    and others hold dear.

    To lose our land and our health
    all for ill-gotten wealth
    is more than we can bear.
    We must be strong in the fight.
    We can only do this if we UNITE.

  5. qazse says:

    R – wonderful submission. I will have more on Monday about how a group of us have united, and what we plan to do, and how others can join in their unique way. Herb

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