I THOUGHT your readers might like to read a poem call My World that my sister, Anne Roberts, has written on topical issue.
It reads:
An endless stream taking over our land; Paper bags, plastic bottles, tin cans,
Too many boxes of unopened mail, No room, no space; where will it end?
Green oasis in a dry land, What will we tell our children?
Time will tell, The earth will die,
Will we have left it too late?
Jean Roberts, Tranmere
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