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Words of Will the Woodworker
A hundred years ago I lived
In the sunny light of day
As carpenter and woods worker
I strove to make my way
But I was e’er a dreamer
Who should have a poet been
And I was dreaming on that day
I found myself between
The hard and stony ground
And a swiftly falling tree
And that is how I came
An unhappy ghost to be
Trapped within the wall
Of a house from that tree built
With nothing more than memories
Sorrow, regrets and guilt
The memories were not so bad
There were moments in the sun
There were tender moments, too
And times when I’d had fun
Though there were also times I’d change
If I had them to do again
I must remain within the wall
Remembering that when
I had the chance to make
For my loved ones more delight
And leave with less unhappiness
Confusion, sorrow, fright
Those souls who’d wandered with me
Through the paths the living of
I failed the opportunity
To tell them of my love
As often as I should have
Or to leave them well prepared
For if disaster should befall
And I should not be spared
In those old days a house was built
From base to chimney smoke
From growing tree to finished home
By just one group of folk
They camped upon the promised land
Harvested the timber there
Planed and placed and nailed the planks
Into a human lair
Back then the men who did this work
Unlettered, brawny, tough
Hilarious in laughter
When they had drunk enough
Also had a wide ol’ streak
Of meanness in their blood
Which sometimes nasty forms could take
Down in that southern mud
Sometimes one would tuck a snake
Inside another’s bag
Or two or more one man would take
And by his heels they’d drag
His head through thorny brush till
Their “good humor” petered out
They loved to swagger, fight and swear
Burp and spit and shout
In short, there wasn’t much delight
In their hairy company
For a young man with dreamy eyes
And thoughtful head like me
On working days — of seven, six
I did my level best
Somehow to make myself act
As disgusting as the rest
But I was like a bird set free
Upon that seventh day
So soon as called the rooster
I was up and gone away
To wander in the world around
Little of which I’d seen
Since all my twenty years of life
Had hidden in deep country been
At first I set my footsteps
Toward a nearby town
Just a string of little stores
With cabins all around
And a handful of nice houses
Set upon a hill
But it was grand and great enough
To fascinate young Will
I’d wander and I’d watch
What appeared to be
Many people going by
Meditating me
For the first time in life I saw
Fine ladies walking there
With hands that did no baking
And lovely, upswept hair
Who spoke with neat precision
And who moved with languid grace
Oh, many were the novelties
I saw within that place!
Kids who didn’t farm
But rather spent their days at school
Learning to cipher, read and write
And to recite the Golden Rule
Gentlemen who, portly, wore
Their Sunday suits all through the week
And smoked enormous, thick cigars
Round which they had to speak
Dogs who’d never chased a pig
But sleekly bathed, with shining fur
Made every other dog I’d known
Into a shabby cur
And in those stores was merchandise
The like of which I’d never known
I’d walk, and sit, and watch and think
And marvel all alone
I noticed that the wealthy
With the poor refused to speak
Unless giving an order
Or delivering critique
People were frequently unkind,
It seemed to me, without a need
And many were subjected
To the few by basic greed
But one afternoon I met
A woman different from the rest
Although she was a lady
Always beautifully dressed
You’d see her go in places
Other ladies never went
To hospital, infirmery
Shabby cabin, tenement
And because it was her habit
Compassionate to be
She even stopped one afternoon
To speak to simple me
Oh, she was lovely, she was fair
She was decent, she was good
And many blessed her presence
Within the neighborhood
For though she was the banker’s wife
She never sought to be
Neglectful of the souls she met
Who lived in poverty
She never issued orders
Ran her errands for herself
When waited on within the store
Here’s what came off the shelf:
Blankets for the children
Shoes for walking feet
Medicine for illness
For the kids, a little sweet
Chicken for the famished
Bandages for limbs
And for th’impoverished devout
Little books of hymns
Clothing for the naked
Books to take to school
For he who wished to be employed
The necessary tool
Nor did she send them packing
In the hands of any boy
But brought them to the homes herself
Which augmented their joy
For once within she gracious was
Unfailingly polite
Onto those in darkness
Her smile shed lovely light
Nor ever sought to patronize
Those whom her kindness benefit
As do seek all too many
To give charity see fit
I heard her talked of in the town
By other women of her rank
Whom for her good example
The lady did not thank
She showed them up for what they were
Without ever trying to
As vain, as shallow, as unkind
As miser and as shrew
She was the woman in the dreams
My recent boyhood of
The reader will not be surprised
To know I fell in love
I never understood just how
She’d wedded come to be
To that unpleasant banker
Who held the town in fee
The gossips made dim reference
To debts her aged parents owed
And I suspect she went with him
To help alleviate their load
He seemed not to appreciate
Her loveliness one bit
And treated her so carelessly
I had a hard time watching it
From what the other women said
He wasn’t satisfied
To have such loveliness and grace
About his chosen bride
He wanted her to stay at home
And wait upon him hand and foot
He didn’t like her money to
On lesser people put
Expecting rather that she spend
Those funds her gowning on
And jewels, feathers, furbellows
To put herself upon
A higher plane than all the rest
Like his suit and his cigar
And glide about upon his arm
Like some cold and distant star
He didn’t want a woman
Of ordinary flesh and blood
Flushed from walking in the sun
Shoes dirty from the mud
And as I watched he made her know
In a hundred little ways
He despised all that she stood for
Hated how she spent her days
It made me furious to see
Him walk before her through a door
Forgetting that a lady
Goes a gentleman before
Blustering and bullying
Demanding that his every whim
Must on the spot be catered to
That everybody look at him
And listen to his every word
No matter how inaptly told
As if it came from mythical
Philosophers of old
I never heard him ask her once
For her own preference
Much less speak or act in any
Little part of her defense
She spoke but seldom in his sight
His interests lay otherwhere
And he would often interrupt
If more than a word she dare
Infuriating youthful I, who would
Given of her company
Have sought first, midst, always and last
Her strength and her support to be
Would have inquired if she might like
Refreshment, or a pause to rest
‘Twould be her and none other’s voice
I’d love to hear the best
And if some fellow treat her
As her husband did each day
One single, solitary time
That fellow would have hell to pay
And there was one thing more I knew
Just looking in her tragic eyes
My passion would have floated her
Right up into the starry skies
And though her knowledge was the less
I think this she suspected too
Good thing the nosy neighbors
Kept us always in their view
And so we met but seldom
Talked too briefly of small things
But every moment of those times
My heart beat as though it had wings
I could see her color rise
And the heartbeat at her throat
Gifting her sweet smile to me
I felt like I could float
She saw her duty very clear
And never would she shun
The burden she had taken up
The pathway she’d begun
And so she’d give her hand to me
Oh, so very much too soon
As if I were the sun and she
The ever distant moon
After I became a ghost
Sometimes within my wall I did
Receive news of those left behind
The rush of life amid
They told me later she had caught
From some unfortunate
An illness which she close disguised
Until it was too late
And found a sweet release
From the sadness of her days
As ’twere, at end of evening
Freed from her constricting stays
She heaved a sigh of pure relief
And put her burden down
Her husband, on the other hand
Began that day to frown
Nor did that sad frown dissipate
He realized what he had had
He understood now it was she
Who’d made him proud and glad
And found he missed her simple ways
Her kindness, her humility
And knew that in this life
He ne’er again would happy be
Sequestering himself within
The grand, fine home that he had made
A place of sadness her before
He used it now to barricade
The world without which he had loved
To dominate and guide
To him became ephemeral
It was as though he’d died
Yet went on living — much like me
But still within the corporeal
And if I chose whom sadder was
It’s sorrier for him I’d feel
Than for myself. Oh, I
Had my regrets, never think not
But he could not a time recall
When he a kindness did for naught
But satisfaction of his shriveled heart
And blessing of his dried up soul
Or just to see the smile of someone
He had helped to make more whole
He saw he’d bartered everything
Worthwhile to living man
For a few empty pennies
Sitting coldly in a can
He ordered out for groceries
And they were left beside the door
The shades kept down, the sun shone in
That lonely house no more
And when at last he died indeed
From heartbreak, it was said
There wasn’t anyone to watch
That night beside his head
But by that time his spirit had
Flown straight to her whom he
Had in this life made miserable
He bowed before her knee
Pronouncing words of most profound
Agonized, genuine regret
About as truly moving as
Heartfelt apology can get
And I know that before they went
Their sep’rate ways, new lives to live
He had the full forgiveness
Which only such as she can give
And she the satisfaction of
Having been recognized
For all the sweet humility
And love that I had prized
Which caused her not so ill about
Her former self to feel — that spite
The sunburn and the mud she may
After all have done it right
And rightest right is what in
The opinion of this callow lad
Done with her mortal life
She absolutely surely had…
Then there were the times when I
Would spend my precious holiday
Walking also — always that
But going the opposite way
Those days I wandered in the woods
Treading on its springy ground
Resting ‘neath the friendly trees
Gazing peacefully around
At all the beauty given us
The which we pass unseeing by
Hurrying money to make
And more possessions buy
One lovely day as thus I sat
Wearing my deeply thinking frown
Upon my unsuspecting head
Nuts and leaves came tumbling down
Followed by the sweetest laughter
I had ever heard
So wild and joyous it belonged
Rather to some exotic bird
Than to the face saw peeping
Mischeviously through
The canopy which o’er my head
Luxuriantly grew
Though ’twere but disembodied yet
That laughter and that face
They filled with tender pleasantry
The well remembered place
Two sparkling eyes, a gamine smile
And a charming little nose
I glimpsed before the branches
Went rustling back to close
“Want to play?” the voice inquired
And again that laughter trilled
My heart, till then so full of care
Mysteriously thrilled
“Come catch me, then!” and she was off
Just like a squirrel through the air
And at that moment suddenly
I had no other earthly care
But to persue the impish girl
Who’d playfully disturbed my rest
And those sweet first impressions
Pleasantly put to the test
But she was frisky, she was swift
Through those branches she went fleet
As any little monkey
I put wings upon my feet
Not for naught had I been raised
Deep in a virgin wood
I knew myself a trick or two
To make her capture good
When she’d been well and truly caught
We lay beside each other there
Giggling and gasping
In the resin scented air
And thus began the happiest
Era of this shortened life
For instantly did I decide
To make this girl into my wife
Many were the rambles we
Together made in joy
Never has this sad world seen
At any time a gladder boy
I knew I’d found the partner
That I had wished and waited for
And that I now would never know
The barren loneliness of yore
Henceforth would live beside me
A pretty and a playful mate
To love and shelter and protect
With diligence both deep and great
But, first, that to have patience
And restraint it was full meet
Until she learned in love to trust
And take me to her home to greet
The family which I’d already
Taken to my hopeful heart
That I might application make
Of it to be a welcome part
Nor did I wait in vain, for when
She did consent at happy last
To bring me there, my welcome was
All that I ever could have asked
Found a contented, happy clan
A father calm, a mother kind
A grandmother, canny and wise
But also near completely blind
Frustrated by the callow world
They had decided it to shun
And built their cabin in the woods
Far away from everyone
Rather than allow small minds
Their sweet tranquility to spoil
They made up for the lack of trade
With hard but willing toil
And won for all their efforts
An uninterrupted grace
I held it signal honor
To be welcomed in that place
Tucked snug beneath their table
Was a chair reserved for me
And when, gambolling up the path
The two of us they’d see
Would rush to set a bowl and cup
And spoon its cleanly cover on
And dish up something savory
For growing love to feast upon
Then afterward the father might
Quietly take me to the side
And fill my ears with what it took
To make and keep a happy bride
We talked, we strolled about the woods
Sometimes we sat to play at chess
They made this stranger one of theirs
Our union silently to bless
I think they had regretted
The loss of sweet society
For their beloved daughter,
Were sincerely glad to see
The smile upon her lips, to hear
The laughter in her heart
And for these blessings gladly made
Of their lives mine a part
And I myself counted the days
And endless hours until I might
Return that little clearing to
The source of my delight
The glad girl who would wait for me
On Sunday mornings in the mist
To wrap her gentle arms around
Offer sweet lips up to be kissed
We planned to build a cabin
Not so very far away
For close to those whom we held dear
We both preferred to stay
And I would cut the wood, and she
Would make the food, and I
Would be the one to comfort her
When something made her cry
And she to mending swift would see
If I should compromise my coat
And both of us together
On each other long would dote
But so falls out the planning
Of ordinary mortal men
What happened next brings deepest gal
Dripping heavy from my pen
I never told the other men
Where I was working where I went
On my days far away from them
Or how that time was spent
I knew that, let those troglodytes
Of my beloved get a whiff
Afterward unrelentingly
Throughout those woods they’d sniff
Until they found the peaceful lair
My adopted fam’ly of
And with their muddy boots they’d
Trample all over my precious love
But much risk there’s in making
Any decision, you’ll agree
When you discover what occurred
After I died beneath that tree
For there was no one to inform
Those people who had brought me near
And encouraged my encroachment
On the peace they held so dear
That I could not come visit them
Though agonizing wished I could
Once more with love lift happy step
Through their sweetly singing wood
To meet the single person
On this whole benighted Earth
Whom I had hoped to cherish,
Hold in such a precious worth
That I would not have ever caused
A single moment’s sorrow to
But rather, when such sorrow came
Create her smile anew
Yet it was I who thus became
The author of her tragedy
She lived and died in that same place
Watching through every day for me
Hoping the whistle had been mine
Of but a nearby bird
Hoping my foot had caused, this time
The rustling she thought she’d heard
Coming through the clearing
After all my time away
Arriving through the heather
In our home at last to stay
An explanation on my lips
A smile within my eyes
Much merriment fond making
Of her joyful sweet surprise
For fifty years and more she watched
Now all alone, now growing old
She never stopped her dreaming I
Her arms would once again enfold
Early she remembered
Early, long and late
The frustration I felt from it
Only true lovers can relate
And when she laid her tired form
Upon the truckle bed
Relieved much more than sad to know
That she would very soon be dead
The souls of her dear parents, there
To welcome her across the Veil
Finally acquainted her
With my spiritual travail
They let her know that I was stuck
The dreadfull wall within
How desperately she’d been missed
How heartbreaking it had been
To know of her prolonged despair
In life upon the lonely land
Whilst grey crept into her bright hair
Unable to lift up my hand
To help her or to hinder others
Who might do her harm unto —
How oft had I regretted
Leading her that life into!
They asked her whether she would like
To pay a visit, on her way
Heavenward, to bring me comfort
Heard her hesitationless to say
That though the pathway to my side
Be fraught with demons at foul play
E’en any dragons might appear
Could not hope to keep her away
And so she came to reassure
Her breathlessly waiting boy
My agony, my ecstasy
My precious one, my joy!
And we made some arrangements
She said I’d forget about
That fine day not too far away
When I would be let out
Once more into the light of life
My shadowy, sad prison from
Again at joyful liberty
A newer person to become
And she had spoken naught but truth
On her visit compassionate
One day indeed I was let out
Beginning to it all forget
Preparing for a future life
As all rebirthing spirits do
Until just a few weeks ago
When I met most delightful you
We fell asleep a meadow in
The sun’s declining glow
I dreamed we were together
Far away and long ago
And when we woke we wondered
As at miracles we do
For lying there beside me
You had had the same dream too
But this time, my sweet love, I have
My painful lesson learned
I will not leave you all alone
That merely money may be earned
Forsaking not the covenant
We made together in that wall
That will not be so difficult
Not difficult at all!
We’ll treasure every moment that
We have been given, you and I
And any little baby soul
Decides to come wandering by
We’ve had a long, sad journey
But because of it I hope I know
How to make you happy
As I could not long ago
And every time I see you smile
I’ll thank the angels on my knees
That I have you nearby again
To comfort and to please
You and I will do everything
Did we unwilling miss
Each tender contemplation
And every single lovely kiss
Notes left on the bedroom door
Gifts to give on holidays
Oh, I’ll invent to bring you joy
A thousand little ways
This time when you listen
For a step, it will be mine
This time I swear you will not have
For love of me away to pine
I swear by all the heav’nly
Angels this time I will get it right
And turn this bitter earth for you
Into a garden of delight
I’ll live to hear your laughter
Die for just one happy glance
Giving thanks from morn till night
Heaven gave me this second chance
And when the babies grow a bit
I’ll tell each one this story so
They will harvest its benefit
Nor any of its sorrows sow
If heaven doth see fit this love
Ten thousand days and nights to bless
Upon my knees I vow to spend
Every one for your happiness
Please say you want me to exceed
All bounds of common sense
In smoothing out the pathway which
We now upon commence
Please say you want my love, please say
I will ne’er have again to miss
That for which I am born again
The heaven of your loving kiss
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