Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Ground Squirrels

Burrows mounded to a roil
Squirrels grounded stir up soil

Down ev’ry bed-row you can see
Remnants of the feeding frenzy

They prey upon the youngest plants
New leaves don’t stand the slightest chance

They’ve eaten all the tender shoots
We’ll have to cover them with hoops

If hoops don’t work we’ll have to pray
The mustard leaves keep them at bay

If mustard fails we’ll set up traps
Unless the triggers won’t collapse

If that’s the case we’ll have to quit

Let go and let God handle it

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