Cars & Trees Don’t Mix Well…
Cars and trees don’t make good bedfellows,
Black tire marks on shoulders, from brakes being slammed,
Bushes and trees knocked down or otherwise no more round,
Those same bushes in dire need,
By Mom Nature to be replaced and repaired,
After a car did come tearing it from the ground, there to bleed…
Oil & gasoline, a cars lifeblood, seeping into the ground,
Fouling the aquifer, animals should not partake,
Their little tummies with tighten, and lose, they will their fur,
Gas & oil the worst of man’s machines, killing the grass, we can’t hear it’s dying sound…
Nothing man can do, accidents do happen, sleepy drivers, drunks,
Or just a mistake on the road of life, trying to avoid skunks…
© ed – 5/14/04
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
are the drunks and dope users. Can't always know
who is who, though, can we?
I enjoyed your poem, Ed.