echo of roar of the moss of the echo of the moss roar

  

traffic was bad says traffic

  

Upon a time rode bike up harrow hill

Divorced father tyke in tow

Before car, truck, huge truck expand footprint

It was possible however ludicrous 

People honk exhaust so what

Tortoise has a hut hid by trees

No rush to lazy boy frozen dinner cable

Bit by bit that creeps in

Hard work showers dividends

Car leads to truck leads to bigger truck

Hired hands more work follows 

Hands come go tyke sprouts tall drives

Now it's they who pass 

In haste right-of-way luddites or worse

The poor, under a steaming hood

As others zoom towards beach or 

Whale carcass awaiting demolition 

Read about on break

Contrivances now beckon expansion 

Shell now two- headed deliberates

Go to town

Bring it to you

Calculate costs benefits on superficial level

Ecology nice but seminar so far away

What's a million pounds of gravel 

Put it over there on the scraped hillside

What seems possible seeks advisable

Build it they will come i say

What wrong in that

Close books on quaint, expect 

Expect what just opinion 

Soon after a gathering new people visit

Friends of friends dogs of friends 

Road dumps them at pavement end

Spill out over meadow and verdure

Dog attack sheep pregnant sheep live here

Road ends, expect that

Invite expectation get surprised

It's not some park with printed rules

It's a refuge from town 

Build it, town will visit 

Throw some cash for damage 

Exhaust rises to blot sky but not ours

Traffic was bad 

says traffic 

Hindsight wistfully bloviates 

NW suburbia utopia 

insectageddon

  

"I just got back from Texas, and it was the most unsuccessful trip I’ve ever taken,” he says.  

“There just wasn’t any insect life to speak of.”

"It was not only the insects missing, he says, it was everything. 

 “Everything was crispy, fried; the lizard numbers were down to the lowest numbers I can ever remember.  

And then the things that eat lizards were not present – I didn’t see a single snake the entire time.” 

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2025/jun/03/climate-species-collapse-ecology-insects-nature-reserves-aoe 

"Widespread use of pesticides and fertilisers, light and chemical pollution, loss of habitat and the growth of industrial agriculture have all carved into their numbers.  

Often, these were deaths of proximity:

 insects are sensitive creatures, 

and any nearby source of pollution  

can send their populations crumbling."  

'In 2019, researchers found that almost a third of US birds – about 3 billion – had disappeared from the skies since the 1970s. 

 The losses, however, were not evenly distributed: those birds that ate insects as their main food  

had declined by 2.9 billion. 

 Those that didn’t depend on insects had actually gained, increasing by 26 million." 

"the loss of insects set other dominoes falling: as bugs declined, so too did the populations of lizards, frogs and birds. 

 Their disappearance, they wrote, had triggered 

 “a bottom-up trophic cascade and consequent collapse of the forest food web”. 

"A tropical forest ecosystem is “a finely tuned Swiss watch”, Hallwachs says – 

 perfectly engineered to sustain a vastly biodiverse system of creatures.

Each element is delicately tuned and interlocks with the rest:  

the heat, the humidity, the rainfall,

 the unfolding of leaves, 

 the length of the seasons, 

 the start and stop of the life cycles of insects and animals." 

Ooloo and strooloo had a double stroller

  

Ooloo and strooloo had a double stroller

They rode it to the park

The mommie put them in swings

And quickly took photos 

Strooloo and ooloo cried when put back in their stroller

They kicked their no shoes feet in knit stockings from grandma 

They kicked, one, two, three, four fat little feet

Mommie peeled them a banana and split 

It in two and split 

There goes the park thought strooloo

There goes the swing

Chewed ooloo nap ready ambivalent 

Ripe not jarred good call mommie 

58 Song-flop

  

Willow garden

Simple gifts

Buckets of rain

G Suzuki 

Paradise

Freight train

Cherokee waltz

Sailors hornpipe

Blackberry blossom

Rainy day women

Hog of the forsaken

Fleur de lis

The cuckoo bird

Same old man

Roma gypsy blues

Why should I have to worry

Fiddler on the roof

Whiskers on kittens

Griselda

Minor swing

Hoodoo bash

Irish A 

Rock bow

Ice cream man /mind her own bizness 

Irish Babies

In-between notes

Mona Lisa

What made my burger disappear

Windy and warm

Ring of fire

Ashokan farewell

Bach solo

Red clay halo

In the pines

Union maid

This land is yer land

Lullaby 

One more cup of coffee

Hootchie coo bump 

Star spangled flop  

Amazing grace

The l  and  n 

Pop goes the twinkle twinkle 

Old groundhog 

Forest blue b

Somewhere over duh rainbow 

You r my sunshine  

Green acres  

Hard traveling   

Norwegian wood 

Yellow summaine 

Summertime 

Frenemy of El Diablo 

Ripple 

Long haired preachers 

Salt creak 

In my life 

Portland water 

Turkey in the straw, youse my sunshine