Noah’s Ark, Again
by Leland Waldrip
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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Seeding our future (I originally posted this poem March, 08. It apparently is no longer available on Authorsden, so I am re-posting it.)
We know the very old story, that the Bible says is true ,
Of Noah’s animal inventory, from all the land in view.
He pulled them from the dells, by two’s from the plains,
Wherever fauna dwells, from forest and hill domains.
Brought them all together, loaded them on his ark —
Wise prescient bellwether — a floating zoological park.
To dire warnings paid heed, to save all from tragedy,
A barren earth to reseed, from lion to chickadee.
Global warming — threat exposed, extremes, the norm.
New pests disclosed, critical when crops are uniform,
World flora is passing extinct, fading at frightful pace,
We’ll be succinct — a threat to the human race.
For we’re losing every day, in drip, drip, drip manner,
In an unconscious way, under no unfurled banner.
Cultivars in disuse, excess specialization — injurious,
Gene splicing misuse, careless cloning — worry us.
Of all varieties cropped, three-quarters last century lost,
Of maize types dropped, since ‘30’s, 80 percent, the cost,
Of peas, 94 percent gone. Not seeds only to be stored:
Shoots, roots, scions that spawn, also to be harbored.
DNA must preserve, so calamity won’t leave us bereft,
Of genetics in food reserve, of seed strains still left.
Now a modern ark’s the host, fortress in Arctic cold,
Set below permafrost, content worth more than gold,
On Norwegian island north, Global Seed Vault unveiled,
Seed bank network gave forth, this flagship it sailed.
Descends some 500 feet, bomb blast, earthquake proof,
Automation controls heat. Security, no sham spoof,
Multiple codes to enter, and no one has them all,
A Fort Knox type center, missile silo type firewall.
Seed samples by the gross, brought in and packed,
From the world across, in neat gray packets stacked.
So some on the planet are waking, biosphere to preserve,
Some, progress are making, scarce resources to conserve.
We embrace this example, look down our road afar,
Real values not to trample, chasing our personal star.
© 2008 R. Leland Waldrip
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I believe that I have read this before, Leland; but what is expressed via your verses here is more apt, timely, and of great importance than ever. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|a call to wake up-become aware etc-well written|
|Reviewed by Tom Hyland
|LELAND - SUPER JOB!
I understand that MONSANTO has raised some kind of fuss about ANYONE using its various
hybrid seeds and corn ... without them getting paid - so much for 'helping to row the boat!'
peace ... Tom.
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|WE HAVE BEEN DULY WARNED...THANK GOD AT LEAST 'SOME' ARE HEEDING BUT BIBLE PROPHECY TELLS US THAT ALL OUR CONSERVING WON'T MAKE ANY DIFFEENCE...IT'S HEEDING TO HIS WORD THAT WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE AND SAVE US. GOOOD WRITE AND THANKS FOR SHARING.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Thanks. Hadn't seen this.
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|You always teach me something when I read you or at the least make me want to check further into something. That is what I'll be doing this time.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Ah Leland ...
your wit and intellect remain intact.
i'm sure though that in a final judgement
of fire that a seed vault may be rendered a
|Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks
|Oh, yes, Leland. I read about the Seed Vault, and had seen a documentary on P.B.S. Still, I'll get some heirloom vegetable seeds and/or plants next spring to plant in container garden, then save my own seeds! I'd missed this well-rhymed and informative poem back in '08, so I'm pleased you re-posted, my friend!!
Blessings and Love - Micke
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Outstanding rhyme and meter; just perfect, Leland! Very well written; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D