The old timbers worn by many weathering years
of sun and cold and winter's grip,
can stand all that is thrown this way
because of the secret recipe,
for 'tis hewn with skil and love and care, by hands and tools no longer here.
This I love!
I shall put it in my 'special file'
Wonderful poem! Thank you for your visit and thoughtful feedback, Mike.
;D It's what I felt when I looked INTO the picture made by you and your title too.
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Photo taken in Dorris, CA 96023, USA
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