We’ve had a cypress growing where one never should have been,
It battled for existence, never beautified the scene,
And loved to send out branches which would catch you unawares –
They’d conk you on the noggin as you tried to use the stairs.
Reluctantly, I finally got faithful chainsaw out,
The match would be me versus tree, to matchwood it to rout,
And I emerged victorious, though bleeding here and there
As victim of some pointy bits, where took too little care.
The clearing-up a mission which then took me quite a whiles,
But finally I had it all reduced to neat-ish piles,
Where larger chunks go to a friend who likes to work with wood,
And most of rest for firewood may prove to be quite good.
© July 2016 Colonialist (WordPress)
And such a bonfire would smell quite delightful.
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I am looking forward to that aspect!
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Do you speak in rhyme,
most of the time,
Or does it peter out,
when MBH gives you a clout?
It was this post about the tree,
that made me ask you see?
As I don’t recall a single blog, where you wrote norma lee
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Very good!
But don’t mention Norma Lee – MBH might get wrong ideas!
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Dit was nou ‘n groot werk – die moeite werd, want die mooi trap kom nou tot sy reg – en kyk net daai netjiese stompe!
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Ek glo waarlik dis heel beter so, en dat genoeg werd uit die moiete gekom het!
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Lekker draai jy nou daardie uitdrukking op sy kop 😀
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Sometimes trees have to go and it looks nice
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It opens the way for it to look even nicer – I’m working on that!
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