I thought of Dad today
As I cleaned away
In a shop of memories
Of him and for me
World War II bag and cans
Handleless hammers and axes
Still waiting for him to repair
And parts of his dad were also there
Fishing nets and cotton scales
cans of oil and cow bells
I hang them high for all to see
I am the keeper of history.
While I clean I must not forget
to respect the nature that has claimed this for a nest.
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