It's been twenty-five years of neglect
Never really knowing what to expect
Whether to stay, or go elsewhere to be
Part of another path, but still living free
Suddenly, wanting to have a better look
Started to clean up front yard to so cook
With better utensils than used here before
But the neglect of it all made mind unsure
So ending what was started, and ceasing
Became yet another way to be pleasing
The soul in a body no longer so young
When things were begun, in ways strong
As was the case, yesterday, before set in
Such enormous fatigue, there'd be no win
So rakes were stayed, and shovels stashed
As body and mind, were no longer in a dash
- Tristram
(c) Christopher W. Thomas
9:05am Thurs. May 14th, 1998