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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.
Copyright ©
Jeff Kyser
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