Dear Mr. Prime Minister and all those it may concern,
Hi, my name is Amelia Penney-Crocker. I’m 14 years old. I’m a writer and a climate activist. Every week since last December I’ve written you a letter about the climate crisis. Every 10 letters, I send you a poem. This is letter 40, the 4th poem. Poetry is a wonderful art form. You can use it to tell stories, communicate messages and show imagination. I usually use poetry to communicate messages, but today I’ve tried to write a poem full of imagery.
In The Future: A Poem by Amelia Penney-Crocker
The air is thick
But not like a blanket
The ground is shaking
But not like a revelation
The sea has risen
To meet our heights
We need to stop climbing
Just make it right
The smoke came
After the flames
And now it refuses
To go away
The water comes
The day after tomorrow
Fill the towns
Fill every burrow
Imagine laying
In an abandoned school
Let the water flow in
Let it rule
Drown in the salt
And the plastic
Dream of a song
With lots of dynamics
The earth so dry
It doesn’t let tears in
The sky so high
No escape can be found there
The water is full
Of the greedy man’s tea
The fire is coming
Just wait and see
I hope you liked this poem and understood the image I wanted to conger for you. Remember that the climate crisis is not far away. For so, so many it’s already in their backyard. Fires, hurricanes and heatwaves are being reported at record levels all around the world. This isn’t a stand out bad year, this isn’t 2020 luck, this is just the beginning.
I hope you have a wonderful day!
Amelia Penney-Crocker