They fix cars. They build houses. They heft big boxes. They open stubborn jars. They wield axes and wear hammers on their belts. They climb huge mountains in a single bound. They look good in flannel and sweat.
My particular version, this summer, has torn off a swamp cooler, fixed our roof, torn down a very large chicken coop, torn out cement, installed window wells, made broken lights work again, installed a counter-top, reclaimed our lawn from the jungle it had become, painted a garage, painted a living room and kitchen, hauled many bales of hay, moved large furniture, and, just today, finished fixing the pipes that provide water to the pasture.
Yeah, they're good to have around. I'm especially fond of mine. I just need to get him a flannel shirt...
1 comment:
Yeah, 'cause he'll need it this winter while he's out there with his ice-ax getting you out of the driveway!
WV: versuro--a certain kind of poetry. or very certain poetry.
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