The final in a series of posts which have explored the poem which Mark Cowan wrote for a Teachers TV programme on Climate Change that I was involved with the creation of.
Finally, here's the programme itself for those who have been following all the blog posts. Use the search function top left to find the previous ones.
Followed by the final verse of Mark's poem:
Poem: Copyright Mark F Cowan (2009)
A reminder that Mark's book of Geography Poetry is still available HERE.
Six Degrees
At
six degrees the prospects look bleak
But
what will be Britain’s fate?
Will
the land be just be too dry
Or
priceless real estate?
Natural
disasters
Could
strike fear to the heart
Of
boiling point Britain
Slowly
blown apart.
Finally, here's the programme itself for those who have been following all the blog posts. Use the search function top left to find the previous ones.
Followed by the final verse of Mark's poem:
If
changes happen gradually
It’s
easy to forget
A
Britain that was mild in Summer
And
in Winter cold and wet.
For
we sit like a frog in water
We
sit here and we wait
Sitting
in our warming tank
Oblivious
and sedate.
Climate
Change spells controversy.
Can
we conquer our addiction to oil?
Or
like the frog will we sit and wait?
Will
we slowly heat up and boil?
These
are mere predictions.
Who
knows how the world will cope?
We
have to approach our climate challenge
With
cheerfulness and hope.
One
thing is clear, whatever the shift,
Whatever
the temperature range
Britain
looks set for transformation
Under
the label of climate change.
Poem: Copyright Mark F Cowan (2009)
A reminder that Mark's book of Geography Poetry is still available HERE.
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