Peter Lewis Holmes Poet Free verse

Tree Man

I don’t take a buzz saw up a tree, no never,
I take a hand saw, it’s safer;
and it’s clear, right up to the sighs of the
intense, crafty-blue sky; 
no pressing customers, no G-men, 
no pressured decision making, just me 
and the blue sky

and I’ve got all the gear, the goggles, the harness,
the hard hat, the special skin-sheltering gloves; 
and between the scalded branches and falling 
bird’s-nests, I can see the chicks pass by below, 
on the cement-tickled street; and their high-minded 
heels, and delectable, swaying boughs, say  high-di-high!

shameful!  you whisper;    I know, I know.

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Robert Lindley March 17, 2015 at 6:40 AM Far more to this write than first read reveals. That is because its deep and expresses a lot about the nature of man. Yes, tis great to be gazing at a safe distance and unobserved while doing so. God made women so very appealing to the male eye for a reason. Life must carry on.. A7 and excellent write my friend.

Viv Wigley March 4, 2015 at 1:04 AM A perk of the job, Peter. Great write.

Paul Martin March 4, 2015 at 12:11 AM Liked this,excellent write