Sara Kendrick Poet Free verse

Permanently Stained

With a whirr and grind
Slowly creeps up inching along
Then the banging sounds
The "Bobcat" reaches his paw
Out as far as it can
Pulling back black plastic
Discarded cardboard boxes
Tidbits of vegetables, file thirteen coupons
Last nights scrapes

Then the male voices
Men in banana yellow shirts
Permanently stained 
Men who come once or twice weekly
Creeping along  
Getting the tough smelly job done..

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Joe Maverick June 6, 2011 at 12:01 PM Most insightful write Sarah.!! most enjoyed today..

Anthony Nutter June 5, 2011 at 5:04 AM Enjoyed your descriptive write of a garbage dumps plight. The odor is what always affected me the most.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart June 4, 2011 at 5:09 PM wonderful words describing the plight of both worker and animal looking for food.. very creative Sara.. enjoyed..luv..

Sarah Seraphin June 4, 2011 at 2:36 PM * “I Love The Image of The Bobcat * Their Precious Paws of Creation Reaching for Another Morsel Given They Above * Falling * From The Palms of Love * My Dear Sweeet Beautiful Sara. * I Also Love Tone & Hues I Find * Somewhat Serene & Laced Amid Your Sweeetened Love * Beautiful. * Hugggs & Kisssses * Always & Forever * Sarah.” *

James Peranteau June 4, 2011 at 8:00 AM If this ain't about ga garbage man...lol...great write dear poet ! Have a wonderful weekend Sara...much love, james

Don Johnson June 3, 2011 at 6:38 PM Happy fellas on the job, the treasures they are taking, here they get a beer or too, when santa is a raving... great poem babe love Don

John Rhinem June 3, 2011 at 5:36 PM Smile ~ “Your Welcome `My Dear Precious Sara!!!`” ~ As for Friends; those of whom I may have lost or Ever shall lose, amid this passing bowl of infected Dust.... ~ I Shall gain a hundred fold; times a thousand; times ten thousand more; in “The Majestical Life” to Soon arrive ~ And “Many of Their Glorious Lights,” are Never far from myself. ~ “Love to `You Always, & All You Love,`” John!:) ~

Cory Long June 3, 2011 at 3:53 PM this is great nicely done.. cory

Daver Austin June 3, 2011 at 12:54 PM Great description, Sara - all the noise and smells of a Monday morning trash crew at work. Ours don't have banana yellow shirts, but are stained. Thank heaven for these guys. They do a dirty job, and, after talking with them a few times, find they keep a fine spirit and attitude. Love, Dave

Jack Horne June 3, 2011 at 12:21 PM Very thoughtful write, Sara

Debasish Datta June 3, 2011 at 2:04 AM Poignant, State of the Art, O, Mother of the Tribes of Israel