Poem by David Bartlett

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Comes a time…

A subliminal nibbling,
a foreboding:
             famines we have seen
             ​are how we may be.
No need,
there is food for all.
Turn the tide of history,
             settle for less,
             share the largesse.

Pick your story:
             Stone Soup,
             the loaves and fish,
             today’s farmers with extra hay
                          sending it to those without.

Emulate that spirit:
             stock the foodbank shelves,
             protest/prevent the desiccation of farmland,
                          do what you can to stop
                                       the melting of glaciers
                                                    which feed our rivers.

The revolution has to be generous.
Care for each other.
Give, share
             food, resources, knowledge.

​We are – all are – one with the Earth
no matter how far separate we may seem.

"I’ve been a writer all my life while moving through a career path that included printing, proof-reading, composing room work, reporting, eventually editing and publishing my own newspaper, teaching, and union work. I’ve written non-fiction, fiction, poetry, and songs."

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