Monday, March 13, 2017

BEAUTIFUL DAYS ~









Amongst the Rocks




Just who are those women

bent over on the rocky

shoreline searching and

searching and seemingly

searching for more, a pail

at their feet, plastic and

colored, not a work pail,

and these women seem

from another place in 

time, not in beach wear,

skirts and hair wild with

the wind




It was only days and

days later, when we 

were off the road

back home in the

woods that we spoke

with our son who asked

“where did you go”




and we told him of our

travels from mountains 

and streams and rivers

and finally to the sea

and about these women

one morning bent at the

shoreline, amongst the

rocks, that he told us,

years earlier, right there

amongst the rocks, he

had thrown his wedding

ring away








Men's Room




even

the

bum




( bless him )




looks

in the

mirror





Beautiful Days




Beautiful days

when we are home

at work in the woods

far from the maddening crowd



today we lugged

out on shoulder (me)

arms (you) ash and

maple logs from a



glade I cleared

early in September —

it topped off a cordwood

stack we started last week —



wouldn't you know

by day's end

right on that woodpile

is where the sun falls too



—————————————

Bob Arnold
BEAUTIFUL DAYS
Longhouse, 2013 








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