I have published this poem, which I wrote in March 2008, when I was incensed by the way man (the creature) was and still is, treating our fragile planet earth. I believe that the timing is once again appropriate.
The Wayward Son By June Finnigan The Sun was raging, boiling hot, spat out its wayward son, The fiery rock, alone in shock, flew ever further on. At last it slowed and felt a pull towards a silen…
