Even as we struggled
To keep the wheelbarrow upright
To be alive in the sunlight
That is the thing
Even this cold steel shoveling
On Red Dog's north flank
To be suddenly dumbstruck
Looking up the green/gold column
Of ten thousand pine-needles
Ablaze with golden sunlight
-That is the thing.
A lovely image presented here, and I've often struggled with a tilting wheelbarrow. Very nicely written piece painting a delightful picture in our minds. Well done. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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I really love the delicacy of this piece. How often do we really look around to see the beauty of a pine tree, or to breathe in the sunlight and know we are alive? There's something about being out-of-doors that invigorates the spirit and the mind, and it is that something which takes the tedium out of labour and duty. I love it.