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
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Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007
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