Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Spring is Late - in Vermont but ...

Vermont Spring Poem

Spring is late

who can we blame

there is no one to hate

Its just late, no need to be irate.


Spring will come (to VT)
don’t you worry,

In the meantime, try to keep warm
but don’t drink too much rum.

At least we no longer
need fear
slipping on the ice
and falling on our bum.

Spring is late,
but don’t despair

soon it will be sunny
we will all be sweaty


won’t that be great. 

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Litter picking is an All Season Sport - Halloween Menu. Are you on it? South Burlington, Vermont

Halloween Menu for Ghosts and Goblins


Trick or treaters beware;

on Halloween, ghost and goblins

are everywhere.



They make their fare (dinner)

from litter-

candy wrappers

dropped on the ground

by those who do not care.




If you hear

screeching and howling-


it’s because

even more than litter

they like litterers (litterbugs)

and they like them rare.




So when trick or treating

on Halloween


do have fun, and do not be

scared

unless you drop litter.



In witch case

we will think of you

when we hear




your howls and screams



as the ghost and goblins

dine on litter,

and litterers rare-

their most favorite fare.


I think I will go to Bromont, Canada for Halloween. 
Bonbons sound even better than candy!


                              Haloween Restaraunt - for Litterers


Please be seated we will feast on you, oops, I mean we will serve you shortly.






Goblins like litterer's rare- stay off their menu-keep candy wrappers off the ground. 
    Happy Halloween

Hard at work tonight. Taste testing the Halloween candy. No bad ones yet. But must be diligent, quality control you know.
Mario bros. just stopped by- younger & shorter looking than i expected-still, great mustaches.

Matthew's black cat has the biggest grin on tonight for some reason.

I ain't afraid of no ghosts or black cats. However i am giving Matthew's black cat a wide birth today-and maybe extra treats. 

Local spotlight on grave observation - ghosts and goblins sure are short.

If I get my hands on the bugger who is eating all the Halloween candy...
Oh wait, that's me. I didn't recognize myself in costume- nothing but bones.

I think I will go to Bromont, Ca for Halloween. 
Bonbons sound even better than candy!

Planted snickers, and jelly beans hoping to grow a giant bean-stock that reaches up to that big comedy club in the sky.
The three musketeers bars planted next to them is to keep me from digging them up and eating them before they can grow.

For Halloween Ill dress up as a trash can & talk trash. Will I receive candy or wrappers? Either is good!

Happy Halloween

While you are marinating, oops I mean waiting to be served (to whom we will not tell) feel free to read this spooky Vermont folktale. It is sure to help you forget your fears.
http://litterwithastorytotell.blogspot.com/2011/10/at-drop-of-spoon.html




Other holiday postings:
       Ø  MLK Day of Service: http://litterwithastorytotell.blogspot.com/2013/01/martin-luther-king-jr-day-of-service_19.html















Ø  Intensive Care(3 mos. Preemie) Thanksgiving: http://litterwithastorytotell.blogspot.com/2010/11/intensive-care.html



Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Clean City: Sleuthing-Litter Detective story


Litter Picking is an All Season Sport.

Sleuthing Litter Detective Story


I found the trail littered with evidence activating a desire within me to help solve the not so victim-less crime. 


At first, the South Burlington, Vermont community neighborhood was quiet with only a few people walking on the sidewalk in the early morning as I was. The birds gave no indication of alarm as they continued chirping and singing. Two blue jays perched above, a cardinal and mourning doves pecking at the ground unaware of anything amiss. A rabbit froze still and watched me as I approached. Its ears straight up, its large eyes focused intently at the visitor on two legs carrying an empty plastic grocery bag.

The beauty of maples casting their branches out and over the road, birch white and elegant, pine sweet smelling, immense old oak offering the wisdom of patience and strong character, and the flowering crabapples with their low canopies providing a warm friendly scenic urban fare over the walkway, often bring a sense of comfort and serenity. Yet the freshly cut grasses, and the roses, and lilacs, and the flower beds of reds and yellows and purple, sometimes capture evidence of a vice, a broken trust creating a blemish.

As I walked amidst the comfort of nature within the city, the trail of evidence lay before me. I could have easily missed or ignored the first piece.

Nevertheless, like a blood trail, following the identical pieces of Trident chewing gum wrappers a few hundred feet apart gave increasing awareness of the crime pattern. A cigarette package in between the intermittent display of chewing gum wrappers shed light on the enigma.


The bagged evidence suggested the culprit was alternating between chewing gum and smoking; out for a walk fighting the nicotine demon only to in the end succumb to the litterbug demon. One can often piece together the story behind litter. The order a meal was consumed can often be determined by following fast food wrappers as first the fries box, than the hamburger wrapper, than the drink container litter the path. A single shoe, a key, a scattering of coins, unopened mail, and many other items leave a waiting story to tell on our city streets every day.

A few days later in nearly the same area where I had picked up the gum wrappers and cigarette package, I once again found a trail of Trident gum wrappers.



However, no cigarette package this time. Kicking the habit sometimes means less litter. Yet the trail is not yet cold for the sleuth who is intolerant of litter and the way litter defiles nature’s beauty.

Pick up a piece every day and discover a world of mysteries while helping to keep Vermont green and clean-litter free year round.



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