|Poem: N.E.H.S. helps Mother Nature|
By: Maxie Kordes
Throwing out their old, worn rugs.
Rolling tires down shallow banks.
Is this any way to thank, our dear old, Mother Nature?
And then the 5-gallon paint buckets let fly,
A steering wheel cover aside the road,
Cigarette butts sprinkled and dumped.
Is there a shortage of garbage cans?
Only four miles of road did we tread.
We apologize to Mother Nature today.