I stepped out on my front porch that day, as I often do. To greet the day and listen to the birds sing their morning song. To listen to the sounds of the river as it flowed by only a few hunderd yards away. The sky was a beautiful hue of blue with only a few wisps of cottoney white clouds floating around. The sun shinning brightly. Something was amiss I thouht as I stood there trying to figure it out. An erie silence filled the air. SILENCE my mind screamed, as the reality of no birds were singing hit me! Not a twirp or chitter filled the air. A shiver ran through me as I listened to dead silence. Where were all the birds? Bought the time I took a deep breath of air in, my neighboor came running over. She asked me if I was ok and if it was bothering my breathing. I looked at her in confusion, just as a fowl stinch of fumes invaded my nosstrils and lungs. I choked and coughed as I said oh my god what is that?! My neighboor than shared the terrible news. In a neighbooring town an oil companies pipeline had broken spueing tons of oil into their creek and that creek flowed straight into our river. Carring allmost a million gallons of oil with it. I stood there in shock not wanting to believe what I just heard, but the stinch confirmed her every word. Horrified, I checked for news. Calling my daughter, who came out to take pictures from the road bridge. The health department had allready placed danger signs along the river banks,Warning us not to go near the river and stated no swimming. I cried inside as I looked at the pictures and video my daughter had taken. Black sheens of oil where everywhere. The river totally covered, the banks,plants, and tree trunks coated with sluges of black. I thought this can't be happening. It had to be a nightmare, and I wanted to wake up NOW! They killed the creek, they killed the river. The birds were dead or dying, the lucky ones flew away. This explained the erie silence and lack of birds singing. The wildlife would die, the plants would die, the earthen ground would pass away too. The air now carried a deadly cocktail of carcinagines we should not breath in. Efforts to clean up had begun, but not by us as of yet. The spill had occurred the day before we even knew and ran three days spueing before they stopped it People are getting sick, especially the chidren. Some had to leave their homes. They say in fifty to sixty years the areas and water will recover. I will not be living to see this recovery, if they can recessatate the waters at all. They tell you your ground waters are safe and so are your wells, but then they hand you out bottled water. Stay inside they warn, but no your not in the red zone. You get dizzy, get a headache, feel sick and want to puke, and sometimmes you do. People are being poisined by some chemical I can't even spell. The sky was a beautiful hue of blue, with only a few wisps of cottoney white clouds floating around. The sun was shinning brightly... The day the River died. 08-03-2010. ~By: Teddy~

In the Toxic fluids we use to call fun, lives not-a-fish, not nearly a one.
Sea's of black-eyed pies, with no sanity for their reasons and whys.
GOD'S place has shamed his GRACE.

Nice write Miss Teddy...

So sad and leaves a sinking feeling in my stomach. The results of this one act will resonate for decades after...the effects lingering on.