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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Fencing

Wind blows
Wood cracks
Fence breaks
Falls.

Help needed
Deacons come
Work shared
Friends.

Hole dug
Ground cursed
Brow sweats
Aches.

New post
Man made
Concrete cold
Sets.

Fence up
Tea drunk
Soil turned
Ends.

3 comments:

  1. Classic blog. You're raising the blog standard.

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  2. I don't know whether to be humbled, or smile ruefully at your sense irony.

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  3. No irony really. I just liked the poem and the fact that in the blogosphere a new fence becomes an event we can all share in. If you'd sent me an e-mail saying 'I'm having a new fence put up' ....

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