Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of the brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
This is part of a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
I know there isn’t a chestnut tree around, but let’s
pretend. You can park right next to the cache (tree), just watch
out for the big trucks.
PS It's not in the sprinkler head!
