Felco daddy
Johnclarestokes
Some tools just fit
just right in the hand
Not always at first
But after years of breaking in
Today I trained the muscadines
on the nine gauge wire
Not sure where to cut them
Needing him who knew exactly
He knew just how and when
To prune with the Felco
It was the essential part
Of the latter growth
Assuring the vine
would thrive in time
In these hands
It’s more the butcher
Cutting with a prayer
Jeopardizing future fruit
But in his hands
Every cut as from above.
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