One man's trash,
another man's treasure -
in this windy weather,
it's all on my lawn.
Tipped, tossed, and scattered
bins; it doesn't matter
to me - trash or treasure,
I just want it gone!
For Poetry Pantry at Poets United
Sunday, October 9, 2016
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
12 comments:
The aftermath of a storm, it sounds like. We had big winds the other night, too - next morning I was setting things right again.......
Get it gone is a very good philosophy when needed... Roll on trash day!
I think I'm soon ready for the same...
Nice near-rhyme... nice lightness.
I would add sweet gum balls. I want THOSE gone.
We've all been there - nicely and succinctly captured...
I am guessing everyone would want it gone.. Beautifully penned (as always)
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Yup! Sometimes we accumulate way too much.
And definitely it is good, that whether trash or treasure, it is gone!
i am in agreement with your message.
yeah, i know what you mean, been through that experience, but Tropical Storm Matthew was kinder to us in T&T
have a nice Sunday
much love...
time to sort through the debris...
With inclement weather all around the world this could bve a universal chant!
Well I hope this expostulation, at least, made you feel a bit better!
Pretend it's art!
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