Sand Spur, Brrr and Only Kidding
Sand Spur Ruined Reunion
Things outside so often seem to occur
Like present of a protruding sand spur
Which I want to pull out and discard
Before they completely cover the whole yard.
Things that traumatically happen can be true;
What started out as a single are only a few
From soil many nutrients started demanding;
Number obviously ended up being outstanding.
Never knew their source of original origin
But still keep coming back again and again;
Outlandish has become all of their activity;
Won't see them in scenes which are nativity.
After finally, furiously growing up so fast,
They will become part of a prevalent past,
And even though I were to shed a tiny tear
The bastards would still be back next year.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Vet and Favorite Pet
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
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