Thoreau’s Carpenter
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This one’s for you, Henry David,
I mutter as I toss yet another bent nail into a bucket.
Hammering a straight one into its place
I remember that my American lit prof
Told about excavators of Thoreau’s Walden cabin
Finding dozens of crooked nails.
Self-reliant philosopher Henry David Thoreau
Simplified, simplified, simplified,
And tossed nails he had bent building his cabin
Into the weeds as if they were seeds
That might take root, like his beans, and grow small shacks.
We philosophers, we poets, we would-be carpenters
Bury our nails smiling bravely
While glancing the other way.
Bio:
Gary Jones, a freelance writer and teacher, lives near Sister Bay tending gardens with his wife of many years