Drainage Ditch

Not too much said ‘bout a Drainage Ditch ‘cept spring you have frogs and come Indian Summer they morphose to toads. Rains drying up does it. Makes those ditches no better than the land they’re banked on. Plain parched. Headless cattails. Water spiders long played out. Cress gone to seed, tastes like pepper. Like watching the end of the world – worse since who or what gives a damn for ditches? ‘cept critters and farmers. Farmers and critters. Slow. Farmers carve those ditches and critters sow plants and stitch the banks. Why? Water. Nothing more than water. Fertile water. Leaves and dries those frogs to toads. Come late fall those frogs morphose a second time. ‘cept I haven’t figured out what to. But I know the rains snowing up does it. - mcackerson