doing what’s right…

A man’s job

I won’t sell my trees.

The balsams would go quickly

at “cut your own” prices,

but I tell my neighbors, again this year,

there will be no cutting

on this old slope that spills down

to my little barn.

Day is darkening,

and I move among my trees.

This one, bent and broken

in last winter’s snows,

has grown,

the birds of spring may nest

in its green spaces…

and now, from below,

the boy climbs to me, his head down,

his father’s axe in hand,

he has changed since his father died,

he tries to do a man’s work,

he will have little time

for baseball with the other boys.

“I told Momma I would find a tree,

to make a Christmas for Becky and the baby.”

So.

He holds his axe in both hands,

and he stands straight in my field.

I extend my arm.

“Go find a good one,

I can help you carry it home.”

December 1, 2018

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“…the boy climbs to me…”…“A man’s job,” my poem