Morning Nature News in Cornwall Connecticut…

6:30am in the morning
I’m sitting outside on a green bench facing the Housatonic River. My intention was to dump my feelings via calligraphy pen unto my journal.

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Instead
I decided to listen to the morning news broadcasting in nature.
Birds stationed at multiple locations throughout the 55 acres, report the first segment with chirps and bleeps in various tones and pitch. 

It’s a good day to be alive.”
Starts the morning news.
“Due to the late night rain storm, it’s a perfect morning for good eating on the ground. We have a large selection to choose from. Worms and ants, lady bugs and if you’re in the mood for a challenge, a humming bird was spotted early on. 
 I’m particularly fond of mosquitos due to their high blood protein content but will have to wait till early evening.”  Reporter :Joe Crow

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Today’s Weather
“Cooler temperatures predicted for this overcast day with a 50% chance of showers by 7pm.”  Reporter: Jane Nimbostratus cloud

*Commercial Break brought to you by the Housatonic River where fly fishing is welcomed as long as you leave behind what landed on your hook*

Neighbourhood watch
“The trees are actively communicating through their deep roots underground and report Tree # 16 is passing into shade and the Turkey Vultures have taking residence in the upper branches. Tune in at 5pm for an update on Tree #16”.  
Reporter: Stinky Pine Trees

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Sanitation
“The 6:30am sanitation train is running on schedule with no delays. Have a great start to your morning and be sure to tune in to our evening broadcast at 5pm and 11pm.” Reporter: Cyrus Turkey Vulture

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I am…

I am 
Ackee and saltfish
don’t like the ackee 

I am 
codfish fritters
Fried with scallions, onions till golden brown

I am 
Plantańos
fried and mushed in Mazola corn oil

I am 
arroz con pollo
Saźon, Carolina rice washed 3x, meat falling off the chicken bone

I am 
a hot dog
Hebrew national of course with a toasted bun
or wonder bread, toasted

I am 
Wise
Potato Chips
geez, onion and garlic, barbeque, plain

I am 
Chef Boy Ardee
Let’s not open Pandora’s box
Ravioli, Spaghetti with meatballs

I am 
Spam
Fried in corn oil 
Served with eggs fried in butter
(Nuff said)

I am 
Vienna sausages
heated in the can 
served with ketchup and toothpicks

I am 
Sounds of Congos
at night in the playground
firecrackers, roasted pig, double-dutch 

I am
Puerto Rican Spanglish
loosie cigarettes, The Machétes, The Black Pearls,
whom protected us youngins (forever grateful)

I am
Let fart be free 
 as it caused the death of poor Mary Lee

I am
Faith moves mountains
You talk too much you worry me to death 
Que sera, sera, One less egg to fry 

I am
McCalla Brothers 
from Scotland, who settled in Jamaica and collected slaves

I am
From those ancestors 
who migrated to Honduras 
Working the banana plantation
Where my mother Joyce Margarita McCalla was born
And given away to her aunt and brought to Jamaica

I am
The half product 
of an Irish man who had a fling with my grandmother
Which produced my father Noel Emmanuel Walsh
Who helped produced me