Outhouse Walls Poem by Eric Cockrell

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real poetry...
begins with
a hammer and a saw,

16 penny nails,
the sun at your back,
and a willing tree!

wiping the dirt
and the fear from
a small child's face,

with bare hands,
calloused and rough,
tender as the petals

of the long rose opening
in front of an empty house....
picking up the stray dog

hit by a passing car,
going too fast to stop,
or to care....

load him in your truck,
and off to the vet....
who trades you his time

for a bushel of beans,
and help building his porch....
real poetry written

on outhouse walls!