Here in the Dverse Poets Lounge, Hayes Spencer (kanzensakura), has asked us to write a Haibun from our real life experiences:
I worked on a ranch in South Texas 30 years ago. We were building 10 foot high fences, around the ranch to keep exotic wildlife in. My part in all of this involved cutting cedar for posts and staves.
I would start early in the morning, since it was 100 degrees + in the cedar breaks with no wind blowing. One day while I was cutting with my chainsaw, a limb fell down and knocked my arm holding the saw down over my leg. It cut through my pants about 5 or 6 inches long, but did not cut into the top of my thigh. I was real happy and learned to exercise great care while operating power tools.
Kindest cut of all
Summer cedar whacker’s leg
Spared by grace of God