T is for Trash.
Finding trash along the trail really ticks me off. It's enough to give me tachycardia.
Near a two-track, tripping over trash is all too common.

There's tin trash,
Trash from thirst quenching,

Tattered and tragic trash. Tissues, treads, tinsel, tossed, or thrown,
or simply lost.
For all of which I threaten a thrashing.
Leave no trace, I entreat these untidy tenants of Mother Earth.
Do not litter our terra firma.
Take care of our terrain, and be thankful it tolerates our sometimes unintentional, always tactless mistreatment.

As they thrust their tedious waste upon earth's tenuous tableau, what are people thinking? Or are they thinking at all?

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