I have always admired how my Grandfather (aka- Pop Pop) can pick up a piece of wood and with just a knife turn it into his creation. When I was a kid swimming he was watching us swim and bent over to pick up a stick. Within a few minutes he had turned it into a powerful looking rooster. I have always been taken by a male figure he carved that is small in size but large in stature. I will never have they ability to create from wood, like he can, so I create with words- a poem about the man he imagined.
Below is the poem entitled Harbor Town Man which was written by poet
Long. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Richard J. Long
Carved from pine
Rugged, but divine
Even-though from an earlier time
Weathered and without grace
Red and blushed
Sunburned or whiskey flushed?
Long coat open and flowing
Every work inspired wrinkle is showing
Brown and down to knees
For a harbor town man, if you please.
Hands in pocket of baggy pants
Taking a job well done stance
Red sweater takes away the chill
Insulation to keep from getting ill
Upon his head lies newsboy style cap of blue
While he peers at his town’s ocean view
He will not walk away
A harbor town man he’ll stay
By: Richard J. Long