![]() WORTH ITA Poem by VolMy driveway curves up the . hill through heavy trees. In Spring and early Summer, my rusty lawnmower keeps the undergrowth at bay along the edges of the gravel. I have to beware of the blackberries whose green canes lean out to bathe their small flowers in the sun, armed with vicious thorns it’s hard to dodge. In defense, I keep old, long sleeved shirts at the back of my closet to save my arms when they're hooked as I pass by. I chuckle and think of the white-eyed British running from gator-fired cannonballs through the briers and the brambles, in the Battle of New Orleans. It’s no wonder they lost.
Of late, the solstice droughts have kept the berries small and tight, and there aren't nigh as many as there was awhile ago. But I dig out another raggedy discard, spray my hands and cuffs with Deet against the chiggers, to gather a cobbler-sized can, because they taste better than the ones from the store. Later, that hot pie topped with vanilla ice-cream, is good enough to make up for my ineffectual defenses. At least a hundred chiggers are firing up under the elastic band of my underwear, and the briers have left a road-map of red lines traced where the brambles got through. © 2025 VolFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on April 28, 2025 Last Updated on April 28, 2025 Author![]() VolGouge Eye, TXAboutMy name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..Writing
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