What we are left

sorenbarrett

A cabin sound, made of wood
An oak floor, time withstood
First an ax then the saw
Chisel, sandpaper, nail, hammer of claw
Each tree a life, a memory felled
Where ancient settlers dwelled
Each generation leaves their mark
A ladder of wooden words climbing out of past's dark
A palace formed of suffering sweat
A gift to the ungrateful they did beget

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  • orchidee

    Good write SB. Yes, I leave KP in a log cabin for months, and throw away the key! lol.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks so much Orchi for the review and that should be no problem since cabins have no glass in the windows she can just crawl out.

    • Teddy.15

      So very beautifully crafted, you are a fine carpenter of poetry my dear sorrenbarret 🌹

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you so much my friend for your visit and read it is always a pleasure to read your comments of support and encouragement.

      • Friendship

        Well written. Your poem explores the theme of labor and legacy, highlighting the connection between the physical act of building (specifically with wood) and the memories and lives that are entwined with that labor. It reflects on how each generation leaves its mark through hard work and the creation of spaces that carry the weight of history.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you Friendship for your read and interpretation that highlights the meaning. Yes indeed we leave our mark and do not appreciate what is passed down to us not recognizing the labor and effort it represents.

          • Friendship

            You're so welcome, my friend,

          • Katie B.

            I really like this one SB! Well done. I always appreciate what you have to share.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you Katie for your read and kind words of support they are deeply valued

            • arqios

              Our efforts however seemingly insignificant are tactile and allows for a better future like learning from an acting on past history. Thanks for putting the mind on that track🙏🏻🕊️

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks so much Cryptic for the read and comment it is always deeply valued

                • arqios

                  Thanking you for taking the heart and mind on a journey 🕊️🙏🏻

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Sharing our journeys is what poetry is about to me

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Soren, this is a quiet tribute to labor and lineage. You trace creation from tree to shelter to inheritance, and by the end the gratitude is implied rather than demanded. That restraint gives the poem its strength. Thoughtful and steady work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you Tristan for your review and kind words of understanding. Yes gratitude seldom come from a gift usually only from one's own labor all else is an entitlement

                      • Tristan Robert Lange

                        You are most welcome, my friend.

                      • Kevin Hulme

                        I Love it when the Initials of the Builders are found in Old Buildings. Or Graffiti for Centuries Past. A good Write.

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thank you Kevin I appreciate your read and kind words of comment

                        • Goldfinch60

                          Wonderful words soren, life is built inmany ways.

                          Andy

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thanks so much Andy for the review and kind words they are always appreciated



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