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A Plea for Green


Green are the hills for children:

a sunlit place of grasses,

dandelions and daisies;


as green as an apple, a fig,

an unripe fruit; the green

of memory and melody,


the scrubby bushy slopes

for exploration; tall trees

to climb, parks to run through.


Screens are not green

or sunlit; the blue wild

winds do not blow there –


a static buzz bends

the mind in dark rooms.

This is my plea for green.


Jaz Stutley

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #22