What we are nleft

A cabin sound, made of wood

An oak floor, time withstood

First an ax then the saw

Chisel, sandpaper, nail, hammer of claw

Each tree a life, a memory felled

Where ancient settlers dwelled

Each generation leaves their mark

A ladder of wooden words climbing out of past's dark

A palace formed of suffering sweat

A gift to the ungrateful they did beget

Reviews

[Amy R]

"Where ancient settlers dwelled
Each generation leaves their mark" my fav lines here, beautifully expressed, many be lost and forgotten but history will always be stained and left behind.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Amy for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated

[Amy R]

You're welcome! :)