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