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Details | Free verse | |

The Whittler

Upon his grandfather's rocking chair 
on the porch in the cool crisp air
sits a man with a special gift.
For he can see the soul of a tree
within a piece of wood upon his knee.

His pile of cedar gives off a sweet smell.
He picks through the pieces, eyes closed,
his touch feels what is enclosed.
As if he were to reach within the wood 
by pulling  it apart  from its protective bark 
and removing what’s inside from the dark.
The Whittler will release this soul from its cage!

Each meticulous movement of the knife in hand
is meant to bring out something so grand.
After hours of work, fingers cramping into knots
the soul held within in this piece arose
to be a magnificent fully blossomed rose.

Beautiful just like the ones his gram 
planted beneath her father's old cedar tree, by hand.

Adam Hapworth, With These Hands, 12/13/2013, Image #3

Copyright © Adam Hapworth | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse | |

Grandpa's Last Tree


I sit before the February fire
and watch as flames die down to amber glow.
My grandson comes just in the nick of time
with wood to bring the ashes back to life.

I drift into the past, recalling joys
of boyhood times. I shared them with my sons.
I still can see them sitting at my feet
prepared to hear a fascinating tale.

One moving story starred a group of trees
that symbolized a generation's strength. 
Their shading limbs and stately, genteel grace
were part and parcel of the life I knew.

My sons told no such stories to their sons.
They knew that tales of special trees would be
too sentimental for their modern taste,
for, after all, what is a tree but wood?

I sit alone and watch the blazing fire
devouring limbs sliced up by power saws
and carried in by younger, stronger men
who speak of how one tree will last till spring.

written in 1989

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric | |

Sitting Eagle

Sitting Eagle
This poem is for the Poetry Soup contest:
Tell His Story
Ross Levan
Mach 15 2011-03-15

Sitting Eagle rests, with a tree at his back,
Playing his flute, to scare a wolf pack,
They have been hunting and following him throughout the whole night,
Escaping great peril in mother forest and sister moonlight,
He is a warrior and never gives up in fights,
But 20 wolves against one man just isn’t right,
With moccasins on feet and cowhides for pants,
He looks like a North American Indian at least at first glance,
He might be your grandfather from another time,
He might even be a grandfather of mine,
Sitting Eagle rests, with a tree at his back,
He’ll get home safe if he follows his tracks.

Copyright © Ross Levan | Year Posted 2011