Save the Linoleum

Hommage To Home

For the sweat of my father 
and the tough nails that broke his heart

for the sun on our backs and 
the water on our brows 
the heat on our minds

for the silent miles of dirt roads 
Our eyes busy reading the 
signs (on the days we took the car)

for bad meals turned good 
by hunger, everything beautiful 
in the red hot heat of our coal stove

for an honest sleep in 
an old bed in an old house 
built of hand and log

(had nothing been said all day?)