Lumberyard Poems - Poems about Lumberyard

...They called it Allusvain Sandite The layer beneath The sircrete, which Had used both cement And tar to create a Permanent seal. They used bankrun gravelsoil To cover the aircrete And when d......Read the rest...

...They called it Allusvain Sandite The layer beneath The sircrete, which Had used both cement And tar to create a Permanent seal. They used bankrun gravelsoil To cover the aircrete And when d......Read the rest...

...They called it Allusvain Sandite The layer beneath The sircrete, which Had used both cement And tar to create a Permanent seal. They used bankrun gravelsoil To cover the aircrete And when d......Read the rest...

...They called it Allusvain Sandite The layer beneath The sircrete, which Had used both cement And tar to create a Permanent seal. They used bankrun gravelsoil To cover the aircrete And when d......Read the rest...

...They called it Allusvain Sandite The layer beneath The sircrete, which Had used both cement And tar to create a Permanent seal. They used bankrun gravelsoil To cover the aircrete And when d......Read the rest...

...They called it Allusvain Sandite The layer beneath The sircrete, which Had used both cement And tar to create a Permanent seal. They used bankrun gravelsoil To cover the aircrete And when d......Read the rest...

...They called it Allusvain Sandite The layer beneath The sircrete, which Had used both cement And tar to create a Permanent seal. They used bankrun gravelsoil To cover the aircrete And when d......Read the rest...

...actually it wasn't a sad time when they paved the street where I lived I liked to see the works and the machinery in full swing workers installed cement posts and every thirty meters the lamps ma......Read the rest...

... An enterprising widowed woman is Abby McClure. She owns and operates a lumberyard, and is financially secure. Her sister Maxine can't stand to see Abby unattached. She knows a man named ......Read the rest...

...This is one excited kid and one PROUD father... I took my son to the lumberyard last Tuesday afternoon. The day itself, though toasty, was the best in quite some time. And when we’d finished ......Read the rest...

...He knew how to slaughter and dress a chicken She baked bread every Friday in the tiny kitchen He built their one-car garage from lumberyard scrap She grew veggies on hardscrabble soil, for her......Read the rest...

...EVENING Evening falls and wings are folded Darkness clothes the weary sky Birdsong awaits the daybreak And rest descends on all The battering hammer of the smithy The barking blade of t......Read the rest...

...On the occasional Tuesday night, with my mother at work and my sisters and I in our pajamas, my father would invite over his brothers and his friends from the lumberyard to drink beer and......Read the rest...