What was once a blanket of teal and white, now cries out in
deathly fright.
The bays of Morecambe sands are dying slowly in our hands.
But I’m looking forward to a future of fresh air, feeling the salty breeze in my hair.
Alas, will that future come about?
People don’t seem to be helping out.
Something we can do is recycle our plastic, and reuse any fabric, card and elastic.
We are gifted this planet to look after, so this is something we should all be able to master.
Thank you for reading this poem, now be motivated to get out there and show them!