Poem For A Wood Butcher

A few years ago, a good friend moved his family to Tennessee. What an awesome state!

One day he texted me, and told me about the play tables that he was making for his kids. When he finished, he said that they turned out great and he was ready for some wonderful Tennessee mash.

I felt so inspired after our conversation, that I wrote this poem. Hope you Wood Butchers enjoy!

Like the wood itself,

The Wood Butcher becomes

A shape changer.

From tree rings to mill,

From lumber yard to garage,

Unnamed pieces of wood are assembled,

With glue, nails and love.

Once a tree, now a play table.

A mesa for imagination.

A living thing becomes a life-long childhood memory.

At day’s end, iced Tennessee gold

Fuels the dreaming mind,

For yet another rainy day project.

Now go build something for your kids!

In The Presence Of Trees

It’s 2022 – and the first day of the new year. Today is a day for reflection. What are you going to do this year?

Why not opt to improve nature everyday. I am going to make a point to do at least one thing to improve nature each day.

It can be as simple as picking up trash from the roadside, starting a compost pile, or repurposing an item rather than throwing it in the trash. Even turning down the thermostat one degree helps.

We only have one Earth. Connect with it, take care of it, and keep your mind on the trees.

In The Presence of Trees

I am blood

and sap,

Skin

and bark,

Arms

and limbs,

Hair

and leaves,

Standing

and swaying,

In the wind.