I close my eyes, the butterflies rise up as my tears of ink fall, it’s time to let this ink flow through my memory;
Flashes of light look just like a jigsaw puzzle, trying to build up the picture of my history.
Years spent learning and observing memories which made our history,
from world wars, to walking on the moon;
From reading a piece of poetry, to hearing words from an artist, who was taken away too soon.
Dictators came and fell, whilst vampire movies flashed from Lost Boys to Blade;
We all watched on in horror as terrorists bombed London, after destroying the world trade.
As the more years pass the more animals seem to disappear;
Our neighbours are still dying of hunger and thirst, but our drying planet has no more water left for a tear.
Do you know in 2010 there were only 3,200 Tigers left roaming in the wild;
I guess we have to prepare ourselves, for when we tell that to our future Grandchild.
Today the rich are getting richer, whilst the world still has people sleeping out in the cold;
Our war veteran’s stories begin to fade away, as the past grows old.
Our lost soldiers stormed the beaches of Normandy, as heroic Spitfires took to the skies;
So many families broken, so many sad goodbyes.
Tsunamis’ drowning houses, as earthquakes shake our dreams;
Our ice caps are still melting, whilst Tornadoes blow out our screams.
If this letter is the past, then god only knows what the future will be;
The future begins tomorrow, but for now here is just a little taste of
BARRY MOWLES ©2012