Swan Song of the Spruce

 

 

 Came a man with a big chain saw and pickup truck

Fireplace wood; our bad was his good luck.

All the branches still blanket the backyard.

East Winds are henceforth forever disbarred.

 The next day, High Priests from the Ward

Came to tidy up our back yard.

We couldn’t have done it alone.

East Winds how mightily you have blown.

 There’s one more tear in my eye.

Thank You Kind People, we’re gonna get by.

Song of the Spruce

I wish I were Andrew Lloyd Webber or Tim Rice and I'd write a song like 

East Winds utterly have no regard. 

There's one less blue spruce in our yard.

There’s one more tear in my eye.

It’s tough but we’re gonna get by.

DeRay yearned for the wind to blow the Fjeldsted trash tree over.  It shades our garden, blocks out a whole mountain range, and sheds hundreds of prickly golf ball sized pods over our back lawn and garden.  Instead our magnificent blue spruce toppled.

“How can Mother Nature be so mean?” Ed asks.

This giant tree didn't miss the house by 4" in one place.

Seventy mph winds blew from the east.

Why did the giant spruce fall to the north

Missing our house, the deck, even the railing?

Amy was sleeping not four feet from where it crashed.

There’s one more tear in my eye.

It could have been tougher; we’re gonna get by.

See the Sunsets

Ed’s blinds have been broken for months.

They cover the window but he can’t open or raise them.

DeRay bought new ones several weeks ago

not yet getting them installed.

On a snowy Saturday,

I nag him to get them up.

Ed chims in:

“Yes, so I can see the sunsets again.”

Does anyone appreciate a sunset
half as much as someone
who is visually impaired,

legally blind really,

with only one eye?