With early light breaking
and the fragrance
of spring flowers wafting
on the spring breezes
this cool, quiet May morning...
From out on the street
I heard
the loud sound of air blowing
through
a diesel-truck's almost-nasal
horn...
"BRUMPH...BRUMPH"
It was seven a.m. and "trash day"
for our neighborhood,
and I knew...that once again
the ambitious little
five-tear-old boy from across
the street,
was up early, hair-combed and
dressed in his little blue
Osh-Kosh overalls...
and standing at the curb, awaiting
his favorite truck---a big
City Trash Dumpster!
For you see---long ago
"early-in-life" at age three
he had already shown great maturity...
and planned his career...
HE WOULD MAKE A TRASH MAN,
as the old saying went...
and he was out, early in life
and "learning his craft."
Seeing this ambitious boy and sensing
the feeling of brotherhood,
the trash-truck-driver
always greeted him (and his mom)---
"BRUMPH....BRUMPH..."
("GOOD LUCK!")
******************
BY MIL
5/03/16
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