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The Wood Box

Started by inspectorwoody, November 04, 2006, 06:29:12 PM

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inspectorwoody

I ran across this poem and thought ya'll might enjoy it.  :)

Gadget

The Wood Box

It was kept out in the kitchen
and 'twas long and deep and wide.
And the poker hung above it
and the shovel stood beside.
And the big black cookstove grinnin'
through its grates, from ear to ear.
Seemed to look as if it loved it,
like a brother, pretty near.

Flowered oilcloth tacked around it
kept its cracks and knotholes hid.
And a pair of heavy hinges
fastened on the heavy lid.
And it hadn't any bottom,
or at least it seemed that way,
When we hurried in to fill it
So's to get outside and play.

When the noons were hot and lazy
and the leaves hung dry and still,
And the locust in the pear tree
started up his planing mill,
And the drumbeat of the breakers
was a smooth and temptin' roll
And we knew the gang was waitin'
by the brimmin' swimmin' hole.

Louder than the locusts buzzin'
louder than the breakers' roar,
You would hear the wood box holler,
"Come and fill me up once more!"
And the old clock ticked and chuckled
as you let each armful drop.
Like it said, "Another mintue
and you nowwheres near the top!"

In the chilly winter's mornins
when the bed was snug and warm,
And the frosted windows tinkled
'neath the fingers of the storm,
And your breath rose off the pillow
in a smokey cloud of steam,
Then that wood box, grim and empty,
came a dancin' through your dream.

Came and pounded at your conscience,
screamed in aggravatin' glee.
"Would you like to sleep this morning?
You get up and tend to me."
Land! How plain it is this minute,
shed and barn and drifted snow,
And the slabs of oak awaitin'
piled and ready in a row.

There never was a fishing frolic,
never was a game of ball,
But that mean provokin' wood box
had to come and spoil it all.
You might study at your lessons
and 'twas full and full to stay,
But just start an injan story
and 'twas empty right away.

Seemed as if spite was in it,
and although I might forget
All the other chores that plagued me,
I can hate that wood box yet.
And when I look back at my childhood
shakin' off the cares of men,
Still, it comes to spoil the picture,
screamin', "Fill me up again!"
                       
                            -Author unknown

Coon

Now ain't that the aweful truth.  Somehow still to this day it still keeps callin' my name just to tell me it needs filling.  I've even gotten a bigger one these days and it seems like it still forever empty in that same short time.  Think it's partly the reason I've grown so fond of wood--- cuz I just can't get away from it. :D :D ;D

Brad.
Norwood Lumbermate 2000 w/Kohler,
Husqvarna, Stihl and, Jonsereds Saws

beenthere

I like it. Some honest and good feelins in that poem.
south central Wisconsin
It may be that my sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others

SwampDonkey

It describes my grandmother's wood box, pretty much to the letter. It's still being used by my uncle and the same old cook stove.  8)
"No amount of belief makes something a fact." James Randi

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