The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: a camel.
Spent some time this morning pruning and thinning raspberry canes while Kat's brother hacked away at some blackberry bushes. Max and Natalie kept themselves busy by playing on the huge pile of dirt leftover from the house construction, as well as riding tricycles up and down the driveway while Kat supervised.
I think we got the bulk of the work done. Hopefully just a bit of tying the plants to the wire and tidying up left before getting the mulch on.
Tomorrow we'll get our tomato seeds started in the greenhouse. Definitely a sign of warmer days to come.
Mine:
They laugh at its approach,
For they fail to see its maw;
But I cringe at its coming -
This fatal, final straw.
I have no idea how you got to camel from dealing with fruit bushes and canes, but I'm impressed with your ingenuity! It sounds like quite a nice day, all things considered :)
ReplyDeleteHah, I like how dangerous your camel proves to be... clearly it's a good thing you've only got deer up there in Canada!
The camel
Roll up, roll up, for the best camel racing in Al-jaipur!
These camels go so fast there's never four feet on the floor,
The riders may be screaming, but I'm sure it's all for fun,
And the sand absorbs the blood quite well, when the race is done.
Greg - yeah, me either.
ReplyDeleteThat is quite the scene you've painted in four rhyming lines. Don't know why, but that 'there's never four feet on the floor' line cracks me right up and is definitely my favorite.