‘I Pray It’s Not Too Late’ and Other Poetry by Mark A. Sautter The Society November 3, 2013 Culture, Humor, Poetry 3 Comments I Pray It’s Not Too Late I’ve walked in the eye of a hurricane Safe between its walls of rain And when the winds swept in again I stood alone in awe I’ve beheld forever in the sea Her gentle waves that called to me The world beneath so wild and free And in my mind I saw The calm within the peaceful wood Where long the trees have proudly stood My eyes were new and saw the good And beauty of the Earth The majesty of mountains high The meeting place of Earth and sky Where right before your very eye Our planet’s giving birth But now men claim to own the trees They build their walls to tame the seas They level mountains as they please I dread our concrete fate The trees replaced by shopping malls The creeping death of urban sprawl Earth’s beauty stolen from us all I pray it’s not too late What is Nothing? “No” is a prefix That forms a new word And that word is confusing Whenever it’s heard No-thing is some-thing As soon as it’s named And no-one is someone And so can’t be blamed “Some” is a prefix That’s a bit tricky too Though no-thing is some-thing The reverse isn’t true Though the rules of our language Are too many to list Places like “no-where” Don’t really exist No-one is someone And some-one, it’s true Could be anybody It might even be you No-where is some-where Some-where’s a big place It holds everything Found on Earth and in space No-thing is some-thing No-one could be me No-where is some-where In a place we can’t see Mark A. Sautter is a geologist and poet living in Fort Myers, Florida. Featured Image: Pittsburgh from the Salt Works at Saw Mill, by William T. Russell, 1843. Related Post ‘A Grief Observed’ by James A. Tweedie In dactylic hexameter Turgid the sea as it billows and foams in the face of the tempest. Wind-lifted wave-crests explode into diamonds agleam in the... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses ann November 14, 2013 I appreciate Mark’s ability to paint a picture in my mind while making heartfelt points about the state of affairs these days in “I pray its not too late”. “What is nothing” also offers a message in a more backhanded way and the rhythm of that one rather evoked Dr Seuss for me! Very enjoyable poems, thanks, Reply Tess March 11, 2014 Proud to call the author of these poems my father. such a creative man with such a wonderful heart. I love you Daddy. Reply Alloy wheel refurb Leeds September 30, 2014 excellent publish, very informative. I wonder why the other specialists of this sector do not realize this. You should proceed your writing. I’m confident, you have a huge readers’ base already! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.