Just Another Sunday

Just another Sunday On my travel along country lanes this Sunday afternoon I saw a tree on yellow sun burnt field, that had its limb cut off by a crazed axe man A surgeon named John, had put a bandage on the stump, but sap or white blood, had seeped through the bandage and I could sense its agony and there are no hospitals for wounded three. So much death on a peaceful day I saw an old oak that had died from an enormous tumour on its trunk, leaves had fallen off and gray branches were seeking heavenward, a gesture of futility. A car ran across the lane and I spat twelve times for luck