By Rick Williams
The freezing rain that fell that night
broke trees and branches with its might.
Then people piled and burned the stuff
that fell when trees had had enough.
The pungent, bluish smoky haze
goes not, but rather, here it stays.
Instead of hauling it away
they opted to burn fires all day.
Sure, nature's way of pruning a tree
isn't everyone's cup of tea;
but I wish that folks would think of those
that have bad lungs or tender nose.
Our eyes burn hot when we're outside
in neighborhoods where we reside.
Come on people, stop burning crap
that's still full green and filled with sap.