Poem from Bette Keck Peterson, December 2013
ODE to TAXES
This year I paid no income tax,
On certain holdings I posses,
Having an equity in wind,
A lien on each day’s loveliness.
I shared a mortgage with the sun,
Collected interest from the sea,
The autumn rains and winter storms,
Paid extra dividends to me .
I watched my revenues increase,
The total of my balance mount.
Now more than I can ever spend,
Is credited to my account.
