You call me a radical activist
Condemning my actions as touting extremes
No doubt there’s a need for instruction
For it’s high praise, if you know what it means
What else should I be, if not radical
For radical means to go back to the roots
A farmer begins by preparing the earth
And seeding the soil, in time, brings new shoots
You call me a radical activist
For sourcing the problem or ultimate cause
No doubt it results in disruption
Or blocking and breaking unjustified laws
And what else should I be, if not active
(I’ll be passive enough when I’m done and dead)
The world needs a shake-up to wake it
And the legacy ways, like leaves, must be shed
You call me a radical activist
And I thank you kindly for this accolade
No doubt it’s the path of construction
Of shaping and shifting – our future remade
Wayne Visser © 2023
Book
Wishing Leaves: Favourite Nature Poems
This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together nature poems by Wayne Visser, celebrating the diversity, beauty and ever-changing moods of our planet. The anthology includes many old favourites like “I Think I Was a Tree Once” and “A Bug’s Life”, as well as brand new poems like “Monet’s Dream” and “The Environmentalist”. Then as we turned our faces to the moon / Our hands entwined, our hearts in sync, in tune / We felt the fingers of the silken breeze / And made our wishes on the falling leaves / A gust of wind set off a whispered sigh / Among the trees that leaned against the sky. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.
