CLEANING UP NATE'S LITTER

Very rough, written very fast

CLEANING UP NATE’S LITTER

 

Where did you come from?

And you there--who are you?

Did you ride in on the wind

from a far-away bayou?

 

Did you cling to that sound--

That furious howl?

Or drag sullenly along

on the ground with a scowl

 

I don’t recognize you--

Your bark, your leaves,

I suspect that you’re foreign

And that place formed your weave

 

Of veins and strange patterns

Of unfamiliar bark

Did you have any choice

of where you’d last park?

 

I’m sorry to tell you

That you cannot stay.

I have enough foliage

My landscape--done my way!

 

So don’t fight the rake

As it pulls you in

A great giant pile

For the roadside bin

 

I hate mixing you in with the trash

But get over it!  Make room!

Make peace with your Maker

That bin is your tomb.

 

 

Author's Note

Popped into my head, through my fingers to the keyboard. Very primitive, much like the nature's litter

Reviews

[VelvetPotato]

This poem honestly made me laugh. It is subtly silly. It is something I picture myself doing. Out in the yard, with a rake, interrogating each leaf about where they came from, the neighbors looking at me like I'm crazy.

Fun write. Thanks for the laughs.

[George David Hope]

Really liked this one being an ex park keeper. Took me back to the big storm that hit the UK in 1987 and the day after when I went into work only to find trees down, branches scattered all over etc..the place was a mess and took quite a while to to clean up. Thanks for sharing

[Jon Roggie]

Nice. Amazing what gets blown into the yard.

[genocide]

saying it's time to throw out the trash and f*****g keep it out I like this poem my dear

[Jimmy Yetts]

Clever and entertaining--allowing you to blow off a little understandable steam.
Your "primitive" appears quite polished.
Kudos!

[Great Aunt Astri]

Spontaneous poems are sometimes the best. This one was obviously heart-felt. How dare that foliage litter stay in your garden! You dealt with it like a true trooper!

[Rogerh]

I remember cleaning up after Katrina. I feel your pain. Best of luck to you.

[Paul Bell]

Do you not hire people to clean the yard.
I lost my trampoline. Didn't by any chance drop in your yard, did it. The main thing is. You kicked a*s and survived.

[Carol Cashes]

Honey, I might consider myself Unchallenged Ruler of My World, but the title did not come with an expense account!

No trampolines...in fact, quite the opposite, absolutely nothing of real interest...just a bunch of sticks and leaves...

Didn't so much "survive" Nate as flip 'im off. But, that's the kinda classy broad I am...

[Paul Bell]

You're a diamond.

[emmajoy]

Mig h t have popped into your head but so finel. P lus a touch of smile here too., clevrl y written. A grand metphor for all that rapin g and pillaging.

We have Storm Brian here.. kn ocking the door. remnan ts of the hu rricans and fires in Spain, Po
Portu gal. Not nice but n ot an y where near as elewhere . Hope y ou've ke pt safe.

[apennylate]

Lmao... I have missed you, Carol...! What an ingenious attempt at bottling the storm... Poetry has always been best used in conjunction with taming massive elemental beasts... This is common knowledge...