With appreciation to Mark Shapiro (Letters, Herald, Aug. 4):
I read your poem this mornin, while munchin on a mango;
Whats this, a brother sharp and true, and right here in Durango!
I catapulted out of bed, went straight to my computer;
Sent your poem to all my friends, called the Roto-Rooter.
I said to him, We need your help to clean out all the muck;
Please rid us of our big-a-tree and haul it in your truck!
I heard that Sheriff Joe was told, Thats unlawful search and seizure!;
Joe replied The Fourth Amendment? That dont mean much to me, sir.
Unless youre an American Native, we all came from a distant place;
Some came free, some came slaves, all came with a foreign face.
These immigrants, they work so hard, to feed their families;
They take jobs we Yanks wont take, the jobs nobody sees.
Now these workers all pay sales tax, on everything they buy;
Which helps our own econ-o-mee, on this you can rely.
Dont know why some of the Christian crowd act so un-Christian-like;
Wish theyd walk in others boots, wish theyd take a hike.
As Dylan sang so fervently, The times they are a changin.
Sure as rain our American values need some rearrangin.
So send your poem to the Heralds desk, each month without a hitch,
Until that ugly Arizonan thing is buried in a ditch.
Mary Benson, Durango