The Woodworker

He's gone to be with God

with his possum grin

and his flannel shirt.

If the good Lord

has any sense at all

He'll sit down

and listen a while.

I know I would.

Author's Note

I found a post-it in the car. I had remembered way too many words. I put it back to the original way.

Reviews

[JP thinks the WC is apt..]

I hadn't read this one and it is so loaded with narrative, despite its paucity of words. It makes me about what I will or won't have achieved by the time I kick the bucket, and will it, or won't it matter a jot. A very touching and thought-provoking piece.

[Zane Mathias]

i remember thids one i really liked it.

[Rod Zinkel]

Hi, Emily. I didn't read this one before, so it's right to me. Reminds me of my father. I use a blue hankie now, which, evidently, by a comment now and then, antiquates me. No surprise there.

With the change at this site, I suppose I will post some old poems for a few weeks. We'll see. Now is a good time for writing, when I'm frustrated at work, homebound by snow and cold and an empty wallet... nothing to distract me.