April 19, 2015 Volume no.10

Good writing, with a strong point and with life oozing out.

In medias res since 1969.

Published from just outside of Washington, DC.


April 18, 2015

this saw is a stranger to me
picked up for a song
at at estate sale
right over that hill

but it reminds me
of my Dad’s bow saw
handle carefully wrapped
with leather cord
rubbed to a shine

I learned a lot from that saw
(not that I ever used it)
the sweaty toil
back and forth through logs

I’m not a farm kid
but I learned from one
persistence, doggedness,
optimism, faith, hard work

yet I wondered all along
why he put up with this
never bought or borrowed
a chain saw
never employed electricity
why he preferred that
sweaty toil
back and forth through logs

his bow saw is now off to parts unknown
orange frame even more rusty
and he has a new hindrance
a brain that has betrayed him
gradual, inexorable imprisonment
as resolute as a farm kid

yet still as always
my Dad plods on
though diminished, still determined
finding his way; making it
dogged to the bitter end
sweaty toil
back and forth through life

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