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His habits build a fence with hammer and nail,
unplugged rhythms give pulse to purpose.
He pins the wood as if it were untamed,
a greening thirst rooted in earth. His son
thinks him daft, hungers for things electric.
Time is money, he mutters to himself,
scoffing the bara brith his mum had made.
Cake defeats him. Binds the beat of his heart.

 

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His habits build a fence with hammer and nail,
unplugged rhythms give purpose to the job.
He pins the wood as if it were untamed,
a greening thirst rooted in earth. His son
thinks him daft, hungers for things electric.
Time is money, the son quietly says to me,
gulping the tea and bara brith my wife made.

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tonyv

The old and the new in contrast -- the father builds using simple hand tools, while the son yearns for more modern ways. He prefers power tools. He even thinks in modern, more abstract i.e. financial terms ("time is money") whereas the father remains rooted in the tangible, the manufactured product i.e. the fence; there is a "purpose to the job." I wonder if the speaker and his wife are visiting neighbors.

Tony


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badger11

Thanks Tony. They were fencers so tradesmen.

best

Phil

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tonyv

Ah, that explains it. Makes sense.

Tony 😃


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Tinker

Badge,  This is very Robert Frost like.   Therefore, you are in very good company in my view.   It feels real and universal.  And yet there is always your voice as demonstrated in your last line.  It takes me from the isolation of my home in the mountains of California, clear across a continent and ocean to Wales for a taste of bara brith.   Love it.

~~Judi    

And Yay, I can now let you know, I've read it but wasn't ready to comment just yet with the ♥️ click.   

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It takes me from the isolation of my home in the mountains of California, clear across a continent and ocean to Wales for a taste of bara brith.

😀 A pleasing thought Judi, though Wales is so rainy you can feel it in our eyes! I've added a new ending and would be interested in your opinion.

all the best

Phil

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