Cigarettes and Hunting Hats…

Our new barn has been under construction for the past couple of months. An amazing process to observe the craftsmen from my home studio window. Yesterday the metal roof was completed in an awe inspiring way. I jotted down some immediate thoughts as I watched this exquisite process…

Pick-up trucks growled up the gravel drive. 

One then another.  

A third screamed in and 

Bounced over the hardened ruts.

Heat hovered close to the earth.

The hills dusted in mist.

5:49 a.m. 

Doors pushed open with an urgency.

A blur of workers

Scattered.

Sleeveless. 

Shirtless.

Hunting hats. 

Baseball caps.

Nighttime lingered 

On strands of tousled hair.

Strong stained hands 

Leathered necks.

Overrun boots

Walked on the pitch

Like a flat.

Ladders strewn. 

Hammers swung.

Muttered conversations.

Cigarettes. 

One side 

Then the other.

10:15 a.m. they 

Steal away.

One then another.

The third too.

 

                     “When we build, let us think that we build forever.” -John Ruskin

 

 




 

 

 

Author: Elizabeth Ricketson

A graduate of Providence College with a BA in English, Elizabeth Ricketson has always had a love of literature and the fine arts. Elizabeth’s essays focus on life experiences and life in Vermont.

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