I think that I shall never see
A thing I hate as much as trees.
I used to love them, this is true.
But now tonight I build and rue
The day I said that I would play
At building flowers, trees all day.
I cannot quit, nor can I stop
And still my mind whirls like a top.
You’d think I’d learn, perhaps grow wise,
And not keep giving in to pride.
Poems should be the work for me.
Who thought I should be building trees?
😀
I love you building skills, and your writing skills 🙂
awwww, thanks you two. 🙂 I have been given permission to post pictures of my infamous trees. AND my chairs and table. 🙂 so beware – I guess my post “Building 101” will be coming shortly. or at least a bunch of pictures to Flickr.
pffffft You think Mother Nature had it easy? Don’t hear her whining!
LOL, Honour. But, of course, Mother Nature doesn’t have MY boss…..