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Building Memories
by Adrian CalhounWatching you climb around,
I can't help but laugh.
Up the ladder, jumping to a truss,
walking the rafters high above.
You remind me of a circus performer,
or a big sixty-nine year old monkey.
From above you man the pulley
and pull the thirty foot long truss with a rope.
Below I lift the truss up,
making my way up another ladder,
and we set it into place.
A half an inch here,
an inch over there.
Push it my way,
we went too far,
now pull it back yours.
Back and forth it goes,
from day until night.
Eleven trusses are raised,
only five more to go.
Two men doing the work of four.
Someday we'll look back at this
and remember the fun.
I hope we both survive the construction,
to see it long after it's done.
Love ya dad. 02/22/2003 Author's Note: My father is helping build the new shop. You would really have to see us work together...it is a riot. Ever watch a Tim Conway and Don Knotts movie...were almost that bad.
Posted on 03/03/2003
Copyright © 2024 Adrian Calhoun
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Johnson on 03/04/03 at 06:38 PM Just don't do as my dad did...his thumb is somewhere under the stairwell he built with my husband. LOL
Good memories, A. Keep them close. :) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/06/03 at 03:29 AM Now this is pleasant reading! Did you write this awhile ago? Sounds like a great pair, you and your dad. |
| Posted by Michelle Calhoun on 04/05/03 at 10:15 PM I'm so very glad that you have good memories of such a wonderful man. Cherish them! Mrs. C |
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