As White Rhino said upon it's forwarding, this guest post is almost poetry of a sort. Eco-haiku, anyone?
I have on my bedroom wall an old print from my Mother's 1925 house showing Hercules trying to hold up the world. Sometimes that is how I feel after my walk in the woods and down our dirt road. I pick up bottles and cans as I go and pile them every so often. A neighbor told me since I go to that bother he will take them to the dump.
My angst is over the trash, old metal beds, ,jugs used for target practice that I find deep in the woods.
When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn??
Kim in NH