Big Dog
On Monday, I release the beast;
I’m going to let the big dog hunt.
My excavator won’t suffice;
compared to this one, it’s a runt.
He’ll start atop our property,
point it downhill and let it go,
and give far better access to
some twenty acres down below.
I’ve got to say, I’m pretty stoked
for both my Missy girl and me.
Our access should be pretty good,
not hopping rocks on one bad knee.
The vale is full of large oak trees
that form a wondrous canopy;
It helps keep down the underbrush
and nurtures budding poetry.
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