When we moved from the city
   For the good country air,
We found there were extra chores
   That now fell to our care.

As there was no garbage pickup,
   And the dump far from the door,
We had to face the problems
   That came with each new chore.

Start with composting,
   That was first for the day
All the washing cans and bottles
   That were no longer thrown away.

These we bagged within our garage
   And when the pile had overflowed,
We put it in our pickup truck
   And set off with the load.

It's strange how so much effort
   Goes to keeping trash at bay,
But the garbage that's within us
   Rarely sees the light of day.

God has made us this provision,
   And the place where we can go 
To dump this lifetime garbage
   At a cross-marked place we know.

- R. O. Wilson  - April ‘98 Perspective