Warriors of Wood
….i have travailed the road that others could not see,
and while on this road i carried pictures inside my head,
where none could side-track me from my dreams of wood,
just as wood and i have learned to deal with our times of age….
….still working wood just as the wood works me in style,
my character has many times been planed by the hand of wood,
till even now there is the gnawing pain that pushes me faster,
much to do as still counting the opportunities of projects ahead….
….warriors of the wood who know their self in times as these,
are much aligned by the push sticks that occur along the way,
just as now the wood shares with me an ageless enlightenment,
that grants me satisfaction with those who have sacrificed also before….
….my expectations were all built on the illusions of those who taught me,
and so i thought reality was what was counted at the end of my day,
for so ‘they said’ having taught me well in their temples of merchandise,
ever working the fields of green to profit from selling my soul in search of more….
….that was then when the illness of wanting caused me to live inside my box,
my heart was strong but the dis-ease that struck my liver would scar me for life,
till came the day when I broke the walls that encased me within a prison house,
out of death my spirit soon began walking in a new found life i called freeman….
….awakened from my dream i found wings to ride the winds of imagination
that was when the trees of the woods began calling my name to be like them,
yes i still bear those scars of liver dis-ease while knowing my days are yet to come,
but the freedom of working wood is more now since i started living a new dream….
——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————Paul Simon Slip Slidin’ Away —-Live at Abbey Road
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/