A little poem for this evening, after finishing up the yard....
Friday, October 14, 2016
I think that I shall never see
a thing as awful as a tree
They're everywhere upon our land
'long the yard and woodsy stands.
Now lest you think, "What utter cheek!
She must be mad , with such critique!
Trees are lovely anytime,
To call them awful is a crime!"
But, dear reader, please give pause,
and ponder if I've honest cause
For making such a statement here
I lay my reasons to your ear...
They look quite nice, that much is true,
when branches bud and leaves are new
And shade they give all summer long
In fall their color like a song
In winter they may break the snow
And shelter creatures down below
But when I look upon the tree,
I see the work that's soon to be
For when the tree must be cut down
Then all those branches strew the ground
And hours of snipping, hauling wood-
For my back this won't be good!
Hence I say, as at the start
The tree is awful, at it's heart
There's just a ton of work involved
And hours and hours before it's solved.
We don our gear, resigned and grim
with saw and axe assail each limb
And every year at least one goes,
Sometimes two or three, who knows?
So now dear reader, say you aught?
Am I so nuts as first you thought?
.....Perhaps it's time to look around
How good a city penthouse sounds!