A carpenter's poem, in three parts by marek Part One ( I ain't building no more new houses) I maybe just an old fool carpenter but I dream of building houses like they did years ago houses that lasted a hundred years easy without manufactured wood products without plastics by the sheet or the yard without goo by the pound houses that breathed houses that had lungs of their own and needed no mechanical recessutation houses that were'nt constrained by manufacturer's influence on our building code houses that owed naught to chemical giants houses that did'nt give off hazardous fumes houses that did'nt begin rotting from the get go. Part Two (An apology) I ain't building houses these days these days I'm doing anything but folks tell me I do beautiful work that may well be beauty is after all in the eye of the beholder me, I just try to do my best it's my way of apology for all the shitbox houses that I built before I knew better. Part Three (A word to the wise, and those willing to listen) To be continued. marek 31/10/09 Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 07-Nov-2009