Bushes
Today I spent the day cutting down bushes in the yard.
Chopping at the thick gnarled knots that sat just beneath the surface.
Each stroke was a heavy one with the blunt axe from the toolshed.
My thumb blistered.
A shirt once white is now covered in dirt and sweat.
At the end of the day I had taken three bushes from their earthy lair.
Chopped them into 3 ft lengths and bundled them.
On wednesday the recycler will take them away.
The Bushes by Lurking Fear, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.