Out in the woods
We chopped limbs down.
We sanded them smooth
For hours on end.
We sealed them all
So they would last
Through hikes, rain, and wear.
The memories lasted too.
Together we made twenty-four
That spring in the garage.
They were all beautiful
And shiny in the sun.
You remember those late evenings.
We kept one each.
Both sit near the door
Waiting for us to go explore.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Musings
PoetryOur greatest thoughts come late in the night. Exhaustion frees creativity from the shackles of reality. This work of poetry is the product of these conditions. Thoughts in the dark are words from the heart.
