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Lorna was a girl of eight.
She was small in stature
But so big on nature.
She was a great student
Of life and the environment
A true child of Mother Earth.

Lorna was a girl with big dreams
Of one day making a difference,
To heal a sick world out of balance,
Clean littering and fix pollution,
To remove all of this poison
Ever drifting down our streams.

Lorna was a girl courageous as a green knight
Not afraid to transform her words into deeds.
Sowing – growing hope and ideas like seeds,
She walked through her forest standing tall,
To be amazed by animals big or small;
Representing a future worth a fight.

Lorna had an uncle named Ben
Known to be great among fishermen.
When they met, he shared stories,
He would tell her of his adventures
Of all the amazing sea creatures
He encountered sailing upon the seas.

One day, he asked her
If she would come with him
Sailing and fishing upon the seas.
She did not hesitate to answer
That she would come with him
To make encounters upon the seas.

So one day they left in his boat.
Her uncle Ben had not lied she wrote
In her journal of what she saw on the water;
Like giant sunfish gliding in the water,
Like whales jumping out of the water,
Like sharks circling around in the water.

To Lorna, Uncle Ben would be asking:
“How do you recognize a porpoise swimming?
They are whales and not dolphins,
Look for their rounded snouts and small fins.”

To Lorna, Uncle Ben would be asking:
“How do you recognize a leatherback turtle swimming?
They are the largest turtles and fourth largest reptile livin’,
Look for its carapace, it’s not bony, it got leathery skin.”

It was on the final day of her voyage
When Uncle Ben took all the garbage,
To throw in the water; plastic and all.

When Lorna saw this to her heart stupor,
Uncle Ben, brother in arms, nature lover
Did not care, did not like nature after all.

Lorna started to cry like never before.
Uncle Ben startled, not knowing and unsure
Asked her: “What is wrong?”
She said with words strong.
“I thought you love nature
I thought you knew better.”

To Uncle Ben, she kept asking:
“Do you know how to recognize a porpoise dying?
Unable to swim among whales and dolphins
Look for the plastic straps around their small fins.”

To Uncle Ben, she kept asking:
“Do you know how to recognize a leatherback turtle dying?
They love jellyfish but mistaking their favorite food item
For plastic bags, they die horribly by eating them.”

Most fishermen are good about not polluting the environment that sustains their way of life. However there is a minority of them who are not. One day I had to monitor one fishing boat and I almost fell down to my knees when I saw one of the crew throwing all the garbage overboard. This disturbed me so much that I was unable to continue working. When we came back I asked if I could report this as an infraction but I could not. There were no laws against this sort of garbage dumping. When I heard this I felt bad for me but most of all for my children. I wondered what they would say and I wrote this poem from their point of view. So I dedicate this poem to all of our children. May they be bigger on nature than their parents before them…

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