If I were to write of my morning wood;
the poem, if read, would have been understood
to tell of a delivery of lumber
just after dawn, while I was still in slumber.
Starward
Author's Notes/Comments:
After Ken Squires' poem, "Morning Wood." My poem is actually about a rather early delivery, one fine day of this past May, of the lumber with which our new fence was built. Being in ill health, I was still asleep when it was brought into our yard.