POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: SPLITTING WOOD
July 19, 2016 at 7:48 pm 1 comment
SPLITTING WOOD
On a crisp
October day
I once split wood
The entire afternoon,
Never tiring,
Never straying
From the mission
To keep winter warm,
Now,
Many years later
Walking is sometimes
A chore,
But I remember
Those October days.
Entry filed under: POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS, Walt Trizna. Tags: aging, october, old age, poem, Robert Frost, splitting wood, wood.
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slpmartin | July 19, 2016 at 8:13 pm
It’s nice to have such memories.