Craig Steiger

Rookie - 3 Points (Fifties / Sierra Foothills)

One Fine Job - Poem by Craig Steiger

Little could I know when yesterday

I stacked the two-by-eights

And corrugated sheetmetal

That my errand to repair her leaky roof

Would carry me up shaky ladders

Into a windy blue domain

Where hour by hour things changed,

Close clouds caught the light

A hundred ways

And rowdy ravens gave me their greeting,

Morning air pulsed

And squirrels scolded me from their cedars,

Little could I know!

What fortune I would find

Spending the entire day

Rubbing elbows with eaves

Gables & chimneys-

And at dusk on the gable what a seat!

full moons waxing alabaster

over the purple sage Sierra....

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 9, 2013

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