Local Tip

A beautiful thing, in these small farming towns, Is the place where we dump all our trash, The remote little area, void of people, Where we can rummage around for a stash, You see, the place is divided to a few different parts, The rubbish, the steel and the wood, There’s areas for trees, and for building debris, Dumped, because it’s no good, But to this little eye, there’s treasure in there, My treasure is the shiny brass pot, Or the old wooden chair, with a story to tell, Tin drums, and other whatnot. I love the short visit once a month, or so, Where I can leave my rubbish behind, And search around looking for thrown out wealth, For the abundance of old stuff to find.