The Sandpit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F G H I J K K L M I N O| Bertrand had been surprised by the recoil of his father's rifle He had not prepared for the sight of the weasel pasted against the barn door a dozen pellets alone penetrating its upper neck and mid thorax region A mass of blood and fur seemed to have been twisted onto the vicinity of the latch then held in place as if from afar by many bullet like prongs Surely the calibre of the shotgun was too strong for his choice of game | A |
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| Bertrand had a tendency for overkill Possessing a temperament and a super charged imagination that demanded structure even when little existed naturally his mania for organization had presented itself on innumerable occasions about the homestead There had been the case of his clearing a brood of starlings from the drive house A messy business if you let it but from one Bertrand would not flinch A half dozen squawking flightless birds coiled above the door in the attic were disposed of After all it was his job to end the clatter and they were an obscene noxious bird what with laying their eggs in songbirds' nests and crowding out more desirable species Moreover their very presence constituted an eyesore and that coupled with their grating noise concluded their fate They were pests simple and unadulterated and on a farm any such nuisance had to be wrenched aside Still he had not drowned them like unwanted kittens or burned them out like that nest of yellow jackets in the currant bush A simple twist of their neck either between the fingers of his leathered gloves he disliked the feel of flesh on feather so this necessitated hunting for a thick pair of mittens or placing the head of the screaming nestling under one's boot did the business Almost effortlessly but again nothing about tending land was done entirely without deliberation or exertion Structure and foresight held things together It was the nature of the beast | B |
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| And so it was with Bertrand's decision to hunt bees The best method to oust any hive from its perch so talk ran was to wrap an old cloth about a stick and daub it with flammable pitch Once lit it made an impressive torch and could be brandished against pests of any description As a kid Bertrand recalled killing bumblebees in the old woodshed with a fly swatter Now that was some kind of action which allowed the adversary manoeuvrability above and beyond that of skulking bees with a flame or killing baby birds The enraged swarm would charge out from paper lairs encircled about the inner walls of a shed through whatever chinks or holes led to their tormentors A little smoke applied judiciously moreover would send dozens piling out the holes in threesomes so that only a good well balanced swat could hope to silence several existing at once At times the bees would threaten to get the upper hand and Bertrand and a friend would get panicky think of the Alamo or just about any heroic last stand made possible by sheer courage | C |
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| Once as a torrent of wasps had flown angrily out a large chink in the wood Bertrand had been hit squarely in the forehead causing him to abandon his post leaving poor Alex a near victim Fortunately fear had given proverbial wings to their feet and they had outdistanced the swarm out the shed toward the relative safety of the house In recalling the story endless rejoinders were made back and forth as to what would have happened had a river been the only salvation Could they have outfoxed the bees held their breath long enough and swam the distance or would the cagey bees if pressed have waited patiently above the surface to wreck revenge Bertrand did not have answers to these questions but it made for good speculation bravado and late evening entertainment Killing enraged bees with a swatter or the end of a broom or plank was keen sport and one culled with knife edge excitement He craved excitement almost as much as his regimen demanded rigidity And to be fair he had heard all wasps were quite savage and retained venom in their sting that could prove lethal to the elderly or infirm It was a quick rationalization then to believe such creatures were of the same stock and trade as weasels starlings or the other unwanted denizens of his father's farm Why more people died of wasp stings than of snakebite in North America annually Something had to be done about that outrage | D |
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| Late summer is a time yellow jackets have primed their airborne paper lodges with enough sustenance needed to carry through from fall to winter Some mature nests average the breadth of a good sized milk pail but Bertrand had heard tell of an occasional oddity exceeding the circumference of a waste paper container Just the thought brought the fire into his eyes Oh to find such a one on a search and destroy mission then lodge a tent pole up its arse A good bout of artillery practice might then follow rocks at paces until the enemy had been given a sound thrashing They shall not pass was the watchword of the night | E |
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| Alex had been reluctant to accompany Bertrand northward through the lower forty toward mile wood For one thing Bertrand had not been specific about the actual purpose of the errand so he had surmised it to be mere peg legging or a chance to kick up a little steam What finally swayed him was the mentioning of a visit to the sand pit toward the end of the miles Now this was something he had rarely visited and it did present some possibilities for exploring In spite of warnings to stay clear of the pit every boy along the river had a fascination with the dunes and gorges pock marking that bit of earth Wind sculptured landforms notwithstanding imagination unfettered itself in myriad forms that stretched from shades of Arabian Nights to more recent movies wherein the protagonist had to climb a seemingly endless mound of sand to fulfill a sadistic command Plenty of ammunition there Perhaps something to the effect of double nought seven might be conjured from that heap of sand | F |
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| Images of gouged out earth mole hills and a troglodyte's existence in the trenches of Verdun flickered across Bertrand's mind An old grandfather and trunks of adventure books in his attic had fascinated him with story after story around a winter's fire about men burrowing like moles during World War One This and the primeval urge to dig and bury lurked fiercely in the breast of the newly erect carnivore the man child | G |
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| It was not long in coming True to form during the woodward trek a wasp's nest had been located and once clubbed with a stick yielded a livid horde What was more this time no adventure book heroics took hold Instead stung and dazed his face a mass of welts one of their number crashed through brambles and thickets toward the sand and gravel pit In a few more strides Alex would be over its outer perimeter spiralling down endless chutes of dirt Suffocation and the random jerk of limbs caught in some nightmarish bog would overpower any resistance | H |
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| In a mind made panicky with fear Bertrand recalls a spate of facts from the natural world Any item grounded in natural fact was accredited with near reverence and infallibility Alex's upcoming fate would even be held explicable if seen through this context | I |
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| Wasps in their predator state have been known to render spiders senseless then bury them encrusted with eggs | J |
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| An ant lion will dig an entrapment then hiding behind a blind await the unwary | K |
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| Caterpillars are butchered by flying insects with jaws extended for that sole purpose of slaughter Less luckier ones live on as hosts for mounds of greedy larvae | K |
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| Bertrand stirred himself from his covering Having climbed into a low lying cavity of limestone shelves he was able to elude his pursuers His thoughts wander again to Alex Had Alex heeded local caution concerning the sand pit in his panic stricken flight Unlikely as Alex was unclear of the exact presence of the quarry and could not be expected to realize its many treacheries if terror stricken | L |
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| Like the starling young Alex had been sluggish refusing to be stirred until prodded by a stronger outside stimulus And as with the nestlings Alex had succumbed to laws red in fang and claw cause and effect relationships | M |
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| Emptying the last stone from his knapsack Bertrand imagines the huzzah of battle to have cleared this forest glade He perceives the clenched stone to be the stream smoothed missile David used in overpowering Goliath the last silver thimble fired at Goliad | I |
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| With a cry he implores Alex to come forth and stand his ground sensation and imagery roam lawlessly in his brain as mop up operations are set to begin | N |
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| Site of a second Texan massacre in the war of independence with Mexico | O |
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