Trellis Of A Witch

Grandpa stood with his suspenders on,

Directing our work the land.

Between great trees we downed thickets tall, watching as little creatures ran.

“Gather the sticks.” You said, waving your arms out wide.

It seemed that we took the entire forest bare and packed them in the truck bed.

You stacked it in the garage to wait, for your eager hands to work.

And with nail, wire, and hammer clear you began to create anew.

Like the Greenwitch of old, rose trellises so fine, to be placed in the garden for use.

-M.E. InkOwl

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