Marilyn Lott

Chopping Wood - Poem by Marilyn Lott
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!
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A very sweet remembrance of one of life's simpler moments. (Report) Reply
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
Wow...sorry my words can't describe how beautiful this is...simple, real, yet elegant...thanks...Coach (Report) Reply