| Your Voices: 'Twas The Night Before Christmas, and All Through the Watershed | | Print | |
| Written by Rebecca Buerkett, Lake and Watershed News | |
| Tuesday, 01 December 2009 | |
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This poem was written by Rebecca Buerkett, editor of F. X. Browne, Inc's Lake and Watershed News, in December 2003 (with apologies to Clement C. Moore). It is shared by Donna Macalle-Holly, administrator of the Lake Hopatcong Commission, whose former co-worker found a few years ago. As the holidays approach, enjoy! 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the watershed Not a creature was stirring, they'd all gone to bed The river was nestled all snug in her banks Not a sign of erosion, for this we give thanks To the citizens who spent their time planting the trees And the native wildflowers that attracted the bees
When out near the lake there arose such a clatter A deer raised its head to see what was the matter It was merely a dog who barked to get loose Chasing away another pesky Canada goose. The lake, how it shimmered, the water, how clean. It’s hypolimnion well aerated, it’s IBI value a dream.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But signs all around me of people who care. Shoreline homeowners who'd come to their senses Farmers ensuring their stream banks have fences. Well-maintained buffers all planted with trees Townships installing their own BMPs.
Infiltration! Bioretention! Sand filters and more, to keep dirty storm water from reaching the shore! With a staff gage in place at the monitoring station, and the permits acquired for wetland restoration. I marveled to myself, as I surveyed the scene Thank goodness for all who keep my watershed clean! |
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