At 74 things seem sometimes just out of reach compared to when I was in my 40s but with more willpower and less raw power, it gets done all the same

Clearing stumps

Dug out four small stumps
Hatchet axe and shovel
Thought they'd be easy
Caused no end of trouble

The soil was hard and unforgiving
The stumps were tough and green
On my knees with axe and prying
The roots were slowly being seen

Hacking away the roots were cut
One by one they yield their hold
Till finally with by bracing foot
I pry the stump and up it goes

Onto the next with the same procedure
But slower now as my muscles cry
Work like this was a hard endeavour
When I was strong and forty five

Now my age is taking its toll
The axe no longer whirls and flys
The cuts are slower with less control
I got her done to my surprise

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-09 at 01:26

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I've learned that great tasks can be accomplished incrementally.

I enjoyed this, and I hope the after-effects of aching muscles has eased by now : )

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Congratulations on two jobs well done.

The subject matter reminds me so much of the poetry of Robert Frost, the rugged quatrains carrying the vigour of the speaker, still considerable!