Monday, March 13, 2017


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




( bless him )


in the


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
Longhouse, 2013