Last Of The Split Logs

Written for:  Sunday Muse #197
Photography by Kristine Wayman
Last of the split logs
stacked up in the
woodshed.  Since my
Emma passed, land
seems to have given 
up.  Sere as desert
sand.  Not much to
take with me.  Truck
should hold it all.  Old,
scarred table and chairs,
couple of photographs,
flannel shirts and pants.
Nothing to lock up here.
Do love Daddy's handmade
ax, but I'll have no need
of it.  Maybe some young
couple with money
to spare, will knock
'er down, and start building
from scratch.  Hope they
save that ax.  They will
be welcome to the last
of the split logs.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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22 Responses to Last Of The Split Logs

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  2. Sherry Marr says:

    Aw, that sounds sad. Nice that he thought of a young couple starting their lives here, as a note of hope.

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  3. Carrie V. H. says:

    A beautiful and sad story poem. The loss in the lines can be felt deeply by the reader. I hope the logs help build a warm fire for a new family. Lovely writing Sara!

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  4. Sadje says:

    A poignant poem!

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  5. wyndolynne says:

    This is the kind of poem that just makes me want to hug the speaker. The faint hope and the willingness to go elsewhere are moving.

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  6. Beverly Crawford says:

    Could be the story of many log cabins from days gone by. So nostalgic. Brought a tear!

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  7. Helen says:

    Poems that tell stories!! The best ….

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  8. qbit says:

    I think I left an ax behind once, something like you wrote. “Hmm.. maybe the next family here can use this, ’cause I sure don’t have anywhere to put it where I’m going!”

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  9. Syl says:

    A story in a few lines.
    Yes, I hope the new people will use it to make somethinng beautiful or a home.

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  10. msjadeli says:

    I feel a wealth of emotion reading through your poem, Sara. Most of all I feel a gentle spirit.

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