Let's not have another Savannah

I looked upon the gray highway Which is Route 90, or Main Street, Aurora Felt the bite of winter cold And Lo, in a heartbeat, Saw flowers bloom, and students in short sleeves Thus went winter directly into beautiful spring. Then on that same highway, came a stream of garbage trucks, gray monsters charging through the daylight and evening hours, leaving the sour odor of diesel fumes. Followed by the first of many tourist buses, 14-feet high, and equally as smelly as the 18-wheelers. Worst part is, that they park on the sidewalk of the church across from my house, and some idle their engines while their passengers are occupied with the tourist attractions. Still more of the fumes for real people to breathe.