Out in The Woods
So for this short story, lets set the milieu a bit, turn up some volume and think a bit about what it means to be ‘out in the woods’....
”Can’t tell the bad from the good,
I’m out in the wood then I’m lost in the wood….
Can’t tell the bad from the good,
I’m out in the woods then I’m lost in the woods”
—by Leon Russell
Wood speaks and I listen to hearts such as these….
....further along the trail, an-other rustic wood spirit has left me some re-freshing drink, should my feet grow weary along this waundering walk-about I now pursue….
....there’s one place out here ( and there are more) in the woods of my living//working space that I first discovered many ages ago….and ever so often in months or years, I often re-turn and pause to re-flect upon what it must have been like….
....to have built this place. All the dreams that those who worked and played upon this piece of land must have had….
....knowing that their wood joinery would survive in time and all hold true….
....while up above the main frame house still watches over the setting sun….
....one peeks inside and much re-mains, just sorted now as different since the animals of the woods have used this place to carry on. How many are the stories of places such as this, where out in the woods after all much work and play….comes the morning when the dream goes on and those who rested there//here….just got up and left….
....stories I write and stories are told, while those that come along after-wards have a chance to create fiction and non-fiction. I choose to present the black and white of what I see as art, surrounded by the wood of creation, where I am but a small part of that creation also, in this larger part I play of a creator….
’’....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....’‘
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/