13 February 2011

Mending Fences

repair-barbed-wire-fences

been a quiet day with
muted ending – 4:05 am
arousal reflecting high on
the Richter estrogenic scale
(not kidding – it was a
hot-blooded quake)

midday and exhaustion’s
saving grace; repair of flood
damaged fences drained
more energy than a recent
spate unleashed upon
Bungo and Delaney Creek

the Sheila ‘n me strained
a few sagging strands still
trailing weed, battled the
atavistic fronds of stinging
nettle, trimmed wild tobacco
hoping it wouldn’t reseed

and we achieved more than
deliberated – there’s fair
confirmation the horses aver
to stay inside the fence; Land
of Opportunity they prefer
appears as an open gate
© 27 October 2010, I. D. Carswell