I remember in high school
Taking a short field trip…
To the edge of town
To see sewage treatment.
Most of the tanks were uncovered
And from the first smell…
Some of my classmates shuddered
And didn’t feel so well.
Effluent from our city,
Like that of the towns around me…
Has hardly the best of bouquets
And often looks unsightly!
But the Upper Blackstone River
Treatment Plant I drive past…
On the way home from work time,
Has a less offensive smell cast.
It might be from the de-watered
Sludge piled up afterwards…
Next door, a convenient landfill
Takes care of former turds.
The water, once treated, is released
Back into the mighty Blackstone…
Supposedly clean for drinking,
But we use a well at home.