Remember when rainwater was pure
before we squandered all this beauty?
(for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt.)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Fantastic observation, Bart.
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Thank you, Pat. It all came from the excellent verb of Sammi’s prompt.
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I cannot remember that far back
Was that before there were computer hacks
and the unsinkable Titanic’s black smokestacks
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Before we drilled for gold colored black.
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No wonder I canβt remember
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I do remember hearing the term “acid rain” for the first time, as a youngster. π’
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Yeah, that was a problem we caused and then solved, back when we honored science.
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I do remember making snow cream from snow we gathered outside. I remember when Mom told me it was not safe to eat snow because the air was so polluted. I was about 8 years old.
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Yeah, I wrote a whole poem about the loss of snow cream. Tragic.
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