The Battle

April 16, 2017  •  14 Comments


Prepared for battle, backs to the sun 
The phalanx stood before me
Hundreds of tall, thin wooden warriors
Against sharp spikes and fingers that scratched
I mounted my attack, into a blinding sun

One by one, wooden warriors fell
One-hundred, two-hundred, three-hundred, more
I cut them down and laid them low
They fought until they hit the ground
They scratched, they poked, they cut

Sweat mixed with blood stung my wounds
Red drops fell on wooden warriors
I piled one on top of another
I felled the last one standing
Victorious, I turned and walked away





I had to cut down the elm trees and wild plums so I could have access to the irrigation ditch. An annual battle I fight against these fast growing trees.



Dos X




Planes alive



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Thanks, Julie! Plums have a way of getting out of control.
Hi Tim .. super images. I pruned a couple of trees last week. One was a plum that was out of control :)
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Thanks, Couriers.
Well done beating the hydra, for this year anyway. Beautiful battles in the sky too.
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Thanks, Harry! Happy Easter.
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