Splitting Wood

Posted: January 10, 1992 in Poetry
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my father taught me how
to split wood,
carefully, with a sledgehammer
and wedges,
not fighting the grain,
but splitting good;
how to pry apart
the stubborn pines,
when you shouldn’t hit oak
hard and when you should.
my father has taught me
how to split wood
and I’ve never thanked him for it.

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