Staying Safe. A poem by Trish Bennett

The seventy-something next door
is planted into a sycamore,
his chainsaw roars as he lops
and him stretched-out near the top.

With everything at ground level trim,
the other neighbour’s up painting the chimney,
his Grandson sighs as he hears him say,
he might walk the roof… at well over eighty.


Servant to a menagerie of creatures, some human. Poet. Tells stories. Makes a show of herself. Beekeeper. Takes photies. Throws knives.

1 Comment

  1. This really captures the ‘gung ho’ sense of many older folk at this time – who are still happy to take chances! Love it!

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