Precursor

My grandpa owned a laundry 
And when shirts were washed and pressed,
They were folded ‘round some cardboard
To stay neat ‘til you got dressed.

Our family shirts were treated
Just the same, except we learned
My grandpa paid a nickel
For each cardboard we returned.

This way, he used them once again
And so it seems that I’m
A descendant of a person who
Recycled ‘fore his time.

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 10/26/2024 3:55:00 PM

A great idea. I like these environmentally sound ideas. Thanks for this poem.

Terry Flood

Date: 10/26/2024 2:46:00 PM

Saving cardboard = thrifty, common sense…. Nett Zero = bonkers! If your grandpa had only known what he was starting ;-) Don’t worry, Ilene, I’ll still talk to you [waddya mean, ‘is that a threat?’]

Yann Rolland

Date: 10/26/2024 9:20:00 AM

nice and surprising poem, we need all people for the present, thanks poet

Deb M

Date: 10/25/2024 4:22:00 PM

Fun interesting peek into your life way back Ilene....really enjoyed! Debx