the mighty Redwood
always reminds
me of that song
and the
lumberjacks and jills
have been out
in the woods
so on a cool evening
after a nice tea
out and up
and up and up
where there used to be trails
to forge a way through
as the gentle drizzle
turned to gentle rain
as we all got
gently wet, wet
to wend our way up
and out to the canal
and on to the rock
down, down
and back
for a nice Stella with Stella
and a warm
as Mike fired up
his Chiminea
luckily the rain
stopped the parasol
from burning
the best of a damp evening
more sun to come
allegedly.