BUILDING

BUILDING

Clay Hurtubise 2008

 

The roof rest on the walls,

The walls are tied to rafters.

Together they create halls,

Halls of cries and of laughter.

 

No matter how strong they may be

No matter how pretty they may look

On one thing we can agree

What they rest on is the hook.

 

To hammer, nail, and splash paint

To use ladders, pails, and a crane,

If with labor we have no restraint,

Then our labor is in vain.

 

To be strong, united, of one mind,

To make sure to test ole time,

What we make must be intertwined

And a firm foundation is sublime.

 

Not a house or a home

Not some place on a trip

What I speak of is of is in a tome

It is ourselves, our soul, our ship.