An American Scene
Sepia photo
of my grandparents,
circa 1919.
Framed by a skeleton
of timbers.
He,a strapping,giant
of a man
with saw in hand.
Worn, bib overalls,
carpenters belt.
She, a comely whisper,
cradling my father.
Summer dress billowing.
No power tools then.
Each board inspected,
cut by hand, firmly nailed,
to craft the masterpiece
of a house, that would become,
my grandparents home
Copyright © Peter W Iversen | Year Posted 2019
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