Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Hitting the sand

While I was glad to have gloves yesterday, a broom is what I needed to improve the trail. I took a dive in a sandy spot at the Bow Street crossing and skinned my wrist guards. These conditions remind me of The Walrus and The Carpenter:

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

Unlike them, I'm sure that street sweepers, rain, and trail traffic will soon clean the mess.

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