Ode to the Professional Leaf Blower

Fall colors ablaze
Red orange yellow haze
Many large, many small
Falling leaves all

Yards sheathed with leaves
Bright colors turning brown
Crying to be picked up
Most to be blown

Some by oblivious neighbors
Most by the ubiquitous
Lawn maintenance laborers
Hired by those nice neighbors

Where do they go
Those leaves upon leaves
Blown into the street
Blown into my yard

Next week comes
Here they go again
Blowing the leaves
Rarely picking up

I pick my leaves up
Why don't they!
Heck i think i should
Just blow them too

After all most leaves
Are not really mine
They arrive in my yard
Some by the wind
Most blown by leaf blowers
Of the yard maintenance kind.

Sloppy buggers All of them
To just blow the leaves around
Rather than pick them up
They don’t mind because
It gives them all job security
Blow the leaves into another yard
Or on the street
Then another neighbors hired men
Do the same
And so it goes again and again.

Only I am the fool
Who does his own yard work
The fool who doesn’t blow
The leaves into the street or neighbors yard
The fool who picks up the leaves
To break the cycle of the evil yard men.