Lumber (an acrostic poem)

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Log after log swung off the truck and onto the mud

Under a gray sky that threatened snow any day now

Maybe she would have time to get this cabin built, but it would be close, too close.

Before she had moved out here, all she knew was the stuff you got from Home Depot or Lowes

Every day in this wilderness ingrained into her a sense of place, a sense of nature

Reaching for the first log with her backhoe, she eased her future over the foundation wall. Time to build her future.

Coal (an acrostic poem)

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Chucking the little black nuggets onto the embers of the fire and soon they burst into flame

Outputting more heat to warm up the chilly cabin

And to think people called him a dinosaur when he burnt his favorite fuel

Look, he was just freeing his spiritual ancestors’ souls in exchange for warmth

Share (an acrostic poem) Arise part 2

Sarah eventually got her group to her cabin on the mountain

Her cache of weapons were gone though, and that made her nervous

As she looked over the clearing, Sarah wondered where the thieves had gone

Reaching for her pistol, she called out for two of her group to follow

Everyone had to pull their weight, but Sarah wondered for how long

 

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