Thursday, April 24, 2014

A Poem

Walking along a foot path
Running next to Beargrass Creek
Below the Louisville Zoo.
The trees are all adorned
With hundreds of plastic grocery bags.
It made me very sad.
Once those things get into the environment
They are there forever.
There were many signs:
The water is toxic.
No fishing, no boating, no swimming, no wading.
How would you try to clean them up?

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