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Can'T Water For My Lawn?

“Don’t water your lawn!” They told me. There’s a shortage of water and we need to conserve. Yet, I saw fire hydrants open and water flowing like a spring. Kids skipping and dancing getting wet and cool. “Don’t water your lawn!” It came again on the news. Driving down the street I saw pretty gardens in the median, with underground sprinkling systems. Setting off mist in the air, drifting like clouds. Yet, my lawn is dry, and cries for water as it fights against dying thirst. Who made the rules? As I drove, I saw people toasting with glasses of lemonade. Politicians drinking champagne from long stemmed glasses. The lawns at their homes plushy green and neatly trimmed. Yet, I’m told, “Don’t water your lawn!” Does it deserve to die, or should I …? © Joseph 6/25/07 © All Rights Reserved

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