Behind The Axe

My father
Gave me my first axe
When I was 8 years of age
39 years later
It’s my go to tool
I’ve honed my skills behind the axe
And
Honed its blade!!!
Its weight
Its length
Its handle
Which soaks in my sweat
And
Sometimes my blood
Becomes a part of me
And me of it!!!
A symphony of
Cutting, slicing, and chopping
Me, the conductor
It, the instrument
The Axe and Cutting Mattock
Have been in my hands
My father’s hands
His father’s hands
His father’s, father’s hands
So on and so forth
All the way back to Ireland, Scotla...