All the ground that's brown was thick with briars and bushes. I chopped and chopped until not a single thorn could prick any more. The sweat beaded on my scalp and rolled into my eyebrows. I continued. Far from finished I engaged the choke on my mighty chainsaw. The cedar stood no chance. To the earth it fell as chiggers lost their homes. Piece by piece it was coming together. MY land was becoming as I saw fit. Blue sky now rained rays of sunbeams upon my dirt. The heavens could now weep upon ground unfound for years. Laughter and joy will be abundant in my yard as offspring prowl their kingdom. Imagination will run wild as children find treasures. My backyard holds the future to be seen.
