I went down to the summer seashore
Expecting dune and wave
With foam and whispers quietly
Fond memories to save
The shore and waters were frozen
Despite the summer’s heat
Into twisted shards of Neptune’s tears
His trident at his feet
I cried to him “Where are the waves?”
But he just hung his head
In pure despair with darkened eyes
And this is what he said.
“I gave you pristine beauty
Blue oceans for your use
And as I look around me now
Can only weep for your abuse”
“A solemn gift so roundly soiled
Its creatures gone for good
My generosity squandered
I will do now what I should”
In anger he threw his trident
Deep into the sky
Piercing clouds that blackened
That soon began to cry
Frozen tears began to fall
Flakes of Neptune’s rage
“I’ll come back in a thousand years
To turn this foul story’s page”
As he faded into the distance
The ice began to rise
As the fiery trail of his trident
Signaled mans’ demise
I awakened to the TV’s drone
Mythology was the show
But looking out to see the summer’s bloom
The ground was covered deep in snow
Copyright 2012 Patrick Granfors
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