Poems about boards (31 Poems)
A Working Pier (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell of rot oil, diesel, rope, netting lobster traps shining in the filtered sun, boards of the dock, stories they could … Continue reading
The Carpenter – A Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dear Lord, Before you were the Good Shepherd, you were the carpenter’s son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, from you the carpenter, even as the fishermen did, after your rising. Cutting with the grain, planning the boards level, … Continue reading
The Carpenter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Before he was the Good Shepherd, he was the carpenter’s son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, from the carpenter, even as the fishermen did, after his rising. Cutting with the grain, planning the boards level, sanded smooth, measuring, … Continue reading
Repair Shop (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I can remember it so well his small one-room repair shop in the back corner of our back yard with a cart to take the small appliances things he fixed, back to our neighbors old boards forming framed space a … Continue reading
His Shop (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There was something about it the way he had things just so, from the start a level, freshly cut boards of equal length masonry bits a Black and Decker drill a stud gun set the peg board, all the separate … Continue reading
Moving the Shed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What a project to move a ten by ten heavy, dead weight heavy wooden shed from the middle of the yard to the far back corner forty feet laterally and back another thirty feet An engineer, a contractor discussed the … Continue reading
Rink (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After Minnesota’s lakes in the winter of ’71, it was no big deal but for us it was it was something we did together dad, mom, and us some plastic, boards to frame the edge and a thin film of … Continue reading
The Barn from the Bedroom Window (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn Steam, melting frost Rising to me Spayed roof Rotten beams Hold shingles On rusted nails Old weathered slats Elephant skin … Continue reading
Meticulous (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything he did in life. A list of everything to take for a ski trip Researching skis or tennis rackets Or … Continue reading
Struggle (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A bit of war poetry read by featured poets Brought it back to me that night on the floor Each of you with the pursed Abbott lips She with worried angry eyes you with wild in yours Out of place … Continue reading