Winter Solace
I relay hate mowing around these trees in the summer months. Round and round and round, getting slapped in the face with branches, bugs falling off the leaves and onto and into uncomfortable places. And, I still have to finish with the trimmer to really make it look nice. I'm too fussy, I know, I know. But just look at them in the winter! Several months of them looking gorgeous without any attention from me. In the winter, I love these rows of trees. With that, here is little poem I whipped up. I'm sure it's destined to be among the greats... Winter Solace A long tunnel of trees Swaying gently in a breeze. The leaves clatter, Sounding like rain. Letting me forget the pain Caused to me all summer. Mowing around them Was such a bummer. Bugs getting in my hair, Missing strips everywhere. Then in Autumn Offering up their leaves, No longer showy in a breeze. Snow slowly gathers round Old Jack, no longer bo...