
Inside, the basic tools,
wrenches, pliers and ratchets
under the back seat
to take things apart
and put back together
fixed, or so we hope
when working on ourselves—
but only if we know
how things work.
Inside, the basic tools,
wrenches, pliers and ratchets
under the back seat
to take things apart
and put back together
fixed, or so we hope
when working on ourselves—
but only if we know
how things work.
Posted in Poems 2022
Tagged be prepared, comfort, experience, Good Boy Scout, introspection, master of none, poetry, repairs, self help, tools
Tenuous, dangerous navigating
redwood sagging on rotting joists
even the dogs avoided
and it took years to make repairs,
slices of time wedged between
perpetual routines
caring for the survivors of drought
when there was no grass or water.
It took the expertise of a patient friend
we have learned to love
and work with—Robbin and I
comprising only half-a-man.
for Jeff Spoelstra
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2022, Ranch Journal
Tagged accomplishment, Drought, friends, photography, poetry, repairs, teamwork