Our Last Stand

Walking barren pastures of sand

With only detergent hands

Old arms are empty of nature’s seeds

I only see, future investment greed

And history’s lessons, are hard to understand

When we’re taught, disrespect by corporate bands

Who only extinguish life, and fracture our lands

Instead of regenerating our planet’s, last stand


Ivor Steven (c)Β  October 2019

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

33 thoughts on “Our Last Stand”

  1. Powerful, poignant, and timely, Ivor! Thank you for writing this and sharing it!
    Those trees in your photos are stunning! I wonder how old they are. ???
    And the song is perfect!
    I often wonder if human-beans not taking loving and proper care of nature…trees, plants, animals, etc…has resulted in them now not even caring for other people. 😦

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    1. I took the pic’s at the Botanical Gardens in Ballarat, the trees are about 160 years old….. And they suited my poem beautifully… Like Melanie’s superb song…. πŸŽΆπŸ€—πŸ’›

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      1. Oh, how wonderful!
        It’s so amazing how long trees can live if properly cared for…soil, rain, sun, humans appreciating them. πŸ™‚ I wonder what stories the trees would tell if they could talk in words. ???


      2. Oh these magnificent trees witnessed the historic gold rush era in Ballarat and I’m sure they have would know some glorious colonial stories from the 1860’s……. xxxx ((Hugs))

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  2. Yes… It’s Time…..
    Its Time

    We’ll miss you,
    Mother Earth.
    Your splendour,
    And imposing style.
    From forest canopy’s,
    To the desert Nile.
    New creations,
    Beauty, gone.

    We’ll lose you,
    Father Time.
    Your rhythm,
    And stoic guile.
    From ancient history,
    To the future files.
    New millennia,
    Awaiting, gone.


    1. I’ve been out again, a bit of walking, some shopping, took a few photos, went to the garden shop and then did some gardening, cooked barbequed fish for dinner… and here I am writing again……. The words seem to be flowing out of fingers, and I’ve already written a couple of poems today…. yep…. I’m feeling good…… xxxx ((Hugs))

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      1. And gardening again today, while the weather is good, my tomatoes are in… Yeah.. And a new hanging basket, with a pretty plant called ‘Fairy Wings Spellbound’ (Lavandula pedunculata) πŸŒΏπŸ’›

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