August's Poetry Prompt

Watch your step, Scribblers. Never mind the mess and secure your hardhats. Construction is underway. This month's prompt is to look back on a time in your life when something in your life had to be torn down and rebuilt or created from new. Now, of course, not all of life's construction jobs involve power tools. Sometimes the greatest and longest lasting building projects don't involve buildings at all they take place in our minds and hearts.

One Little Project.

Just one tool is all I need and I can remove the beam
I know what it is. I have used it many times, but now I am in need
To the store I go, with wife in tow, and money read to spend
I storm the isles with glee as my wife struggles to keep up with me
but this project just must get done.

There is waits, in the isle of tools, a sawz-all to call my own.
Porter Cable doe make and Tiger they called,
but all I cared was that it would be mine.

a Blade I needed for this magnificent machine,
to make finish this one projects pain.
In the isle of blades I see one just bigger then all!
Called The UGLY by name, and by golly it was just right!
So I bought them home that night!

There I stood on the upturned bucket,
cutting the beam like I was was Paul Whathisname...
and my heart filled with glee. It sliced though the timber
like it I was young and limber and my heart I swear skipped a beat!

I looked down at my wife, in all my delight and said say with full satasfaction
"This saw cuts like an Animal!"

She looked up at me from her chair, in this cold half finished room,
her disdain full to blare.
"You have a blade called The Ugly on a Saw called the Tiger, what did you think was gonna happen"

Full look in her eyes I was the dumbest man alive.
So I went back to my job now feeling sheepish.

Haha, that's great Urs.

Thanks Hydra!