Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

Saturday, October 29, 2011

LAW ENFORCEMENT SATURDAY!!!



I used to be in law enforcement, and I hold that service in high esteem.  There isn't enough praise for the men and women in uniform who enforce our laws.  It's a job of great rewards and frustrations, and I wouldn't trade my experiences for the world.

In Bandon's police report this week, we find that mom is always right.  A b.b. gun shooting incident involving juveniles hit the victim where?  The eye, of course!  We also see that our officers had to deal with drug arrests, missing persons, suicidal citizens, intoxicated drivers, and investigating numerous situations with suspicious conditions.  Just another patrol week in Bandon!

Next time you see our officers, give them a wave with more than one finger.  Forget about that traffic ticket you got, and think about all the stuff they have to face each and every day.  Their job has a component that most of ours don't - the daily risk of serious injury, or worse. 

Besides, you know you deserved the ticket.  You're just mad you got caught.





SHERIFF
The sheriff troop has to put up with a lot of poop.
Dealing with humanity is not the easiest thing, you see.
Chasing someone on the run is no fun when the bad guy has a gun.
High speed chase is a dangerous race, bad people run to save face.
When one who is wanted tries to flee, using the taser is the key.
With a radio in the car, they will not get far.
Some people say officers use too much force
(especially when it applies to them, of course!).
Some days duty is no fuss, but others are full of adrenaline rush.
Ten percent of our ‘clients’ do ninety percent of the law defiance.
Before we clear from the jail, the perp has already made bail.
Before we're done with the paper work, they've already let out the jerk.
To help out the good folk is not a joke.
To help those who have lost all hope and are at the end of the rope
is part of the work of the sheriff folk.
The thin blue line is very fine as the budgets are in the red line.
I'll end this rhyme with hope they get there in time.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Poetry Monday - Pests!



The Western Thatching Ants


A pest that keeps growing, but is controlled by mowing.

Don’t let these ants in your pants, as they will make you rant.

These mean little red clowns build tall thatch mounds.

If they build their mounds next to small trees, it will be the demise of the greenery.

On a farm, these ants do much harm and hopefully will not get into your barn.

To stop their flow, you need natural control.

Fire and mow helps to stem the flow, but bad chemicals are the only control.

You may think ants aren’t that bad, but when you get rid of them you feel very glad.





The western thatching ant is well known to Oregon farmers.  Their large mounds dot many of our pastures.  However, when they build close to crops, they become a big nuisance. They destroy young trees and bushes, and the only hope is eradication.  I'm against most forms of poison, but with these guys, it's the best hope. 

Here are two sights that give a bit more info:

Bug Guide - Close up photos of thatching ant

Pest Control discussion for thatching ant (scroll down mid-way thru page)