I was watching bees pollinate

She feels special, 
riding in the front seat 
beside her great-grandfather. 

She points to the speedometer,
"What does that do?" she asks. 
Grandpa explains with eighty-five years
of knowledge and experience. 

He is pushing his limits,
swinging a hatchet
at the newly sawn stump. 

His shiny new instrument of destruction 
marks transition from stump to wood chips 
and a significant knot in the rope pulling him 
from boyhood to manhood. 

"It's got a chip in the blade" he announces. 
"We can fix that" nods grandpa 
As boy and man head to the Model A shed
for a file and a life lesson. 



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