Marilyn Lott

Marilyn Lott (5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Poems by Marilyn Lott : 376 / 1834

Chopping Wood - Poem by Marilyn Lott

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From the time I was a little girl
For as long as I can remember
We had a giant woodpile
From January through December

My dad chopped and stacked wood
And I loved to help with it all
I’m sure I didn’t always do it right
Beside my dad so handsome and tall

But it was a time that we shared
I just loved to hear him talk
About the years when he was growing up
Down that bygone path we’d walk

And when I grew up and had kids
I too would have a wood pile
A solitary job it was
For I was a widow after awhile

The past brings me such pleasure
And I’ve always understood
A lifetime of memories were created
While I was chopping wood!

Marilyn Lott

Poems by Marilyn Lott : 376 / 1834

Charles Darnell (6/21/2016 3:05:00 PM)

A very sweet remembrance of one of life's simpler moments. (Report) Reply
Ernestine Northover (4/10/2008 3:13:00 PM)

What a lovely memory to hold on to Marilyn. I do remember the wood piles, and there was something warming about sitting in front of a fire alight with logs. Lovely read, started me thinking.
Love and hugs Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply
Coach Roth (4/10/2008 11:02:00 AM)

Wow...sorry my words can't describe how beautiful this is...simple, real, yet elegant...thanks...Coach (Report) Reply