Ten people possess

One hundred fingers and toes

And many light hands

Many legs and limbs

Lift heavy loads together

Laughter makes lighter

We all need a nest

A place to curl up and hide

Or watch life go by

Let go of today

And welcome in tomorrow

Yesterday has gone

Traverse the canyon

Travail brings it’s own reward

Travel mountain peaks

A giant puzzle

Where you make your own pieces

And nothing quite fits

Just round the corner

Rising from the garden waste

Secret hiding place

Some climb others jump

Some hammer others persuade

We pull together

Though the days are short

Keep on walking on and up

A little each day

So I lay down bored

Floored by tongue in groove antics

I think we nailed it

Most things I forget

The rest melt inside my mind

We are memories

Goodbye clear blue sky

Closing in on closing out

Hello warm and dry

Encased in new skin

Against the cruel elements

To stand against time

Harvest is coming

All I have is a hammer

Nails, nails, nails, nails, nails

Nestling deep in

The over growing garden

A lost hideaway

I will gently rise

And softly call to the trees

For from these I came

Under the rafters

Up and up and up we go

Hanging from the eaves