Dismal Fumes – A Poem

Frosty mornings, misty roads,

Lorries carry heavy loads.

Traffic everywhere, nose to nose,

Engines roaring, pavements closed.

Gases and fumes fill the air,

Sometimes feels like we just don’t care.

Planes fly over, pollution swirls –

From their jets, in poisonous twirls.

Watch the endless trail of smoke,

From power stations, making choke –

An atmosphere less full of wildlife,

Cut that pollution with a knife.

Energy wasted, all for nowt,

Nobody walking around and about.

Everyone sat inside cars and vans,

Time we made more Ecofriendly plans.

I wrote this poem after noticing how clogged up my city has been lately. As those working from home have been asked to get back on the road, I worry that pollution will soon be back to its normal levels. London last week had an air quality warning where people were encouraged to stay inside due to the clinging fog holding onto those traffic fumes and creating extra risks for people with asthma.

I also notice that our weather locally is steadily becoming warmer every winter. Daily temperatures of around ten degrees replace bitterly cold previous winters. Essentially in the East of England we do not see any snow any more.

As a snow lover this makes me sad and right now I can see nothing but pollution so the parallels have become increasingly visible.

Fingers crossed we will find solutions to these problems soon. Roads filled with electric cars and electricity grids powered by natural sources may well be the answer. For another of my poems please click here.

8 thoughts on “Dismal Fumes – A Poem

  1. I’m a snow lover as well. And it’s the same here in the states. Middle of January and just a dusting outside. It makes me so sad.

  2. This is very powerful poem. I have made some small changes to my life to help the environment and I have changed to a vegetarian diet a week ago and feeling great.
    Thank you for sharing.

    Lauren – bournemouthgirl

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