The last of the flyway hawks had been keeping me company this morning on the first leg of my hike through a nearby nature preserve. As I rounded a bend in the trail 4' high stakes with pages of paper attatched appeared.

I thought they must be nature facts for some elementary school field trip, but no, each page had written on it a poem. About 15 of them altogether.

A few I thought good, a couple used "suck" liberally.

Undoubtedly, an echo of National Poetry Month.