Uni and a Rucksack

Hopped the uni with my rucksack; speeding off to make a new track with the tools that one might need to hack a trail. A pair of loppers for the limbs and for the ones that need more vim, there’s a folding saw that almost never fails. When atop that unicycle, wonder if the angel Michael feels a bit like this as I fly ‘round the bend. Although the archangel’s traject carries more loft, I do suspect, I imagine it as through the woods I wend. Of course, I’ve got some sturdy gloves ‘Cuz Old Man Briar surely loves to attack at every single chance he gets. And those briars aren’t dinky; they’ll rip flesh right off your pinky and produce a throbbing pain you’ll soon regret. As I reach my destination, can’t but marvel at creation and the blessing that it is to be outside. Days like these will make you thankful, like an overflowing tank full, for a Father who has brought us for the ride.