Gift from the Forest God

I love the woods.
I love to hike.
I hate litter.

I walk to the parking lot
of a Waywayanda
NJ State Park off
Clinton Road,
after my Eagle Rock 
trail hike
and someone has 
dumped garbage 
in the woods
next to the lot.

Why would someone
enjoy nature,
only too lazy,
too uncivil,
too unconscious
to carry the 
trash home?

Take only photgraphs,
leave only footprints.

A homemade sign off
a Whitehall Pennsylvania
country road says,

"Litterbugs 
are trash!"

I grab a plastic
bag from my auto,
pick up the garbage,
and among the garbage
is a one dollar bill.

It is gift from
the forest gods
saying,
"Go buy a drink,
but please put the
plastic receptacle in
recycling.

Thanks!"

I listen to 
John Denver's
Rocky Mountain High
on the drive home.