Despite Disappointment, Climate Summit Marks High Point for Activist Movement

Worldwatch Institute - by Ben Block on December 28, 2009

Media audiences across the world took notice as...

Greenpeace Will Keep up Pressure on Global Warming

Dec 24 - By DONNA BRYSON 
Associated Press Writer

JOHANNESBURG (AP) -- Greenpeace will keep up...

Maple Syrup Output at Record High: StatsCan

MB Co-Operator - 12/24/2009

Canada’s production of maple syrup...

(Above) A sugar bush in Manitoba. These Manitoba maples are the workhorse of producers here. But the "industry" on the Prairies is so small in does not even warrant a mention in Stats Can figures. However, as a Manitoba producer myself for many years, I can attest that the product itself is just fine! l.p.

Escape from Copenhagen

Worldwatch Institute - by Christopher Flavin on Dec. 23, '09

President Obama's speech in Copenhagen last Friday included a ...

Copenhagen Outcome: a Real Climate Catastrophe

by David Roberts - the Daily Beast De.18th-'09

The deal Obama brought home from Copenhagen wasn't just...

A Poem For Stephen

– by Larry Powell

‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the land
global warming was here. \
It was grand! It was grand!
Cars would start!
Ice would melt!
Folks wore their light clothes,
while up through their chimneys
mere wisps of smoke rose!

On the air one could hear
mindless broadcasters say
"It's eleven degrees.

Hope this thaw lasts 'til May!”

But up at the pole it was not Santa's day.
Two of his reindeer had just passed away.
Dasher and Dancer had sadly drowned
while playing with mates confined to the ground.

There was a river they could normally cross.
But its ice had grown thin in the tenuous frost.

The two were not helped by the fact they could fly.
And the cold, clear water is where they did die.
The great bears of the north had met similar ends.
Just as learn-ed scholars did indeed portend.

Christmas day dawned, but alas, 'twas not white!
Lawns were brown, fields were black. It just didn't seem right!

The skis and toboggans the kids had received were soon tossed aside
just like old Christmas trees.
"The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below."




A decade from now when these words are intoned
will their image be real - or merely a poem?