Some renovation-
wood beams that can breathe easy
no clothes for them now
/ / /
This poem was written in response to the renovation prompt at Haiku Heights.
It just so happens that a construction company is renovating a house half a block from the school where I teach. My son and I pass it twice a day.
Sadly Waiting for Recess 
Beautiful. I especially like the last line. Nicely done!
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New or old beams? Just think of the stories the wood could tell if it could talk. Nice!
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Beautiful…
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Mohinee, thank you for your visit. I tried to leave a comment on your blog, but was unable. I liked your poem.
Richard
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if i were a wood beam, yes, that is exactly how i would have felt….no weights, no burdens…carefree, naked…so, yes, renovation means just that š
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Having an old home — I am sure our house’s old beams feel the same!!! Nicely done!
Day 20 ~~ Renovations
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Nice take on renovation ~
http://everydayamazin.blogspot.ca/2012/04/womans-face.html
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Like this. Very nice.
“wood beams that can breathe easy:”
very nice.
I live in a 1930 house…redoing room by room…
understand your words.
Peace, Siggi in Downeast Maine
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Thank you all for visiting and leaving such kind words for me to read. I appreciate it. I am enjoying visiting your blogs and reading your poems.
Richard
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