Living in the Veg
A poem by Michelle Tobin
We get up
before the sun
To get that
crazy veg stuff done.
Roll out of
bed, pull on clothes,
Eat some
breakfast, off we go!
The sun
rises, as we drive
And we begin
to come alive.
Now w
e arrive where we must park,
Thankfully,
it’s not still dark.
Jump right
out, grab our packs,
rods, tert
poles, tapes, and snacks.
Now we hike
and seek to find
The center
points and hope they’re kind.
Striding
swiftly in the open,

Come what
may, we won’t be broken.
Through
thickest TAMRAM and Mesquite,
Mud, slopes,
water, sand, and heat.
On to we are
not sure where,
What, the
center’s really there?!
Break through
veg to make a line,
Put up
flagging, now that’s fine!
The
flagging’s up, the plots laid out,
Now there’s
no time to sit and pout!
Count those
TAMRAMS, all those stems!
Take short
breaks for silly whims.
Count the corners
touching sky,
Check hits to
pole up really high.
Measure tree
trunks, see how tall.
Move through
branches, but do not fall.
We all love
POPFREs and SALGOOs,
But TAMRAMS
get a lot of boos.
Arrowweed
stomps, but also stabs,

While
mesquite pokes, tears, and jabs.
We deal with
all these, plus some more,
And, when
we’re done, we’re very sore.
Lots of
walking, ducking, crawling,
Climbing,
sloshing, slipping, falling.
We wonder how
to walk upright
And, “Just
what time will end our plight?”
And, “Will
the mosquitoes ever die?”
And, “Why are
they thickest where it’s most dry?”
At last we
return to our 4-wheeled friends,
But this is
not where our story ends.
No, we do
this again and again,
Day after
day, but still we grin.
Eight weeks
and ninety veg surveys ago we did not imagine it could be done. But here we are, on the other side of much
blood, sweat - and a few tears. An
accordion folder plump with data sheets is a testament to the teamwork and high
spirits maintained by our small crew over the course of the season, and with a
little distance, we can now reflect warmly upon our time spent collecting
vegetation data along the Colorado River.