The installation of a twelve inch Natural Gas line was an unwelcome wake up call this morning. Track hoes and dozers beeped their way to the wetland just beyond my back yard. Working together, like ants in an ant hill, what they do is amazing. They had one day to open the trench through the small natural wetland that flows into the woods beyond. By five o’clock the pipes were in, welded together, backfilled and leveled.
Noise all day Sunday
Machines tear through ancient shale
Earth incisions deep
New artery laid
Welded joints // epoxy sealed
Soon pumps natural gas
Ground water seeps out
Relentless in its flowing
Pumps transfer puddles
Amid invasive
destruction; wetland is saved.
Natural flow continues
Trenches covered smooth
Beeping machines slink away
Woodland breathes silence
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Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Your comments are turned off on your next poem it seems. Thought you’d want to know
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Thank you I did not know! I will check and see what is going on!
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My pleasure, sir. BTW, enjoyed this image and the Haiku
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Thank you so much!
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