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All the Best - Roger McGough
Poem

I give you clean air

You give me poisonous gas.

I give you mountains

You give me quarries.

 

I give you pure snow

You give me acid rain.

Rising Stars: New Young Voices in Poetry
Poem

I’m looking up into the sky

And I am thinking, how can it be this big?

Why is there so much of it?

How do we all fit?

I am thinking all these things

Poem

 

Eyes as wide as continents brim wih the water between.

Seeks a different future. Looks back on what has been.