My Brown Lawn
When God doesn't send rain directly to my brown lawn, the lawn looks to me
Whether he knows it or not, I am one one God's earthly watering instruments
I am one of many of God's creatures employed at the water department
I water all my flowers, some of the grass, and I never forget my plum tree
Water doesn't come cheap, and we have government policies about water
It's a serious matter, and one never sees that liquid gold wasted or misused
Certain hours, I can only water three days a week, and that's the water rule
Being conservative in doing our part is the thing that really matters
My investigation found that the high cost of water is due to delivery systems
One small fee for water with a huge price being paid for installing water meters
Water, not money, can be saved with 2-minute showers from hot water heaters
My roses have color, my tomatoes do okay, but a brown lawn is just 'a given'
09072018PoSoupContest, Enclosed Rhyme, Dear Heart; Three verses, 4 lines each
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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