Poems submitted by Alberton resident Dick Darne.
In Mineral relief soon,
We have Sheriff Boone;
But if stuck in a quagmire,
Maybe we need Sheriff Longmire.
Some see Mother Nature as a fairy prancing,
Skipping and hopping while daintily dancing,
Through the woods, meadows and streams,
Tapping her wand as the flowers grow all in our dreams;
But it’s just not true, she’s no dainty thing,
When we offend her, trouble she will bring;
If she wanted she could for the Griz play front four,
And kick asses as fast as they come thru the door;
Poison, pollute and trash with impunity,
But from Old Mother Nature there’s no immunity;
So ignore the old bag until our very death knell,
And when we’re all gone she’ll heal up the place quite well.