A Cynic’s Look At Autumn

     There were so many things we did back in the “old days” that have been proven to be very harmful to the environment. We just didn’t know any better, like disposing of paints and motor oil into landfills, flushing gasoline down storm drains, dumping everything imaginable into our waterways and oceans, and yes, burning our trash and our leaves, polluting the air that we breathe. But boy did it smell like fall when the leaves were turning and burning… No more, nope, now we must bag ’em and flag ’em for pick-up, so they can be hauled off to…?? Read on good friends to see what the cynic in me believes! 

     I’m thinking a few days of lighter (not lighter fluid) material may be in order.

Have a “Wicked Pissah” Wednesday,

Jake.  

I think this was me..Nah the kid’s actually working..It’s not me.

A CYNIC’S LOOK AT AUTUMN

The elms and oaks and maples turn,

to red and yellow and brown,

and their leaves, in multitudes,

come drifting, to the ground.

*

Until, but just a few are left,

on the branch and limb,

and the fate, of the stragglers now,

rests with the rain and wind.

*

With no more to cover them,

the trees, now barren and bare,

show themselves, for what they are,

scarecrows, in the air.

*

But, the remnants of the summer,

around their bases lie,

and must be removed, before the snow,

or all the grass, will die.

*

So, with gloves and rakes and bags,

we set about the chore.

In the old days, we would simply burn,

but, the old days are no more.

*

They say the environment, is fragile,

and needs more love and care,

but the youth, inside of me,

yearns, for the smell of autumn air.

 *

Oh, the smell of burning leaves,

and chimneys spouting smoke,

filled the senses, of my youth,

now they say, the earth will choke.

*

 So now, we must gather and bag,

and the bags, you know are not free,

then put them out, to be hauled away,

and where they go, we never see.

*

It would not one bit, surprise me,

if, there’s dollar one, to be earned.

that, somewhere under secrecy,

they are, eventually burned.

***

Jack Downing

Oct. 2009

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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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