FOLK
Some ole gramps, three whiskeys in
grabs the nails and the hammer
damned chairs loose again
only one thing for it
slap a coat of paint on it
modify the drudge of a northern winter
layers deep, a warm white oak slumbers
end grain soaked in five colors the colors of the season
about the artist
Bruce Gee Son of Bayard, middle named Bayard. Spent his life searching for the meaning of Bayard. Raised a quiver of young ‘un. No regrets.
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