MY OWN GRIMM’S FAIRYTALE OF THE OLD MAN AND AN AXE

The woodman’s ax

The X marks the spot

Wood chopping being a regular chore

A Wooden Log cabin built from grace into galore

It was nestled well in the deep forest away from any close by dwellers

The Old Man alone accomplished this

Thus

It was always the Old Man’s dream

You would find the Old Man many times fishing at a stream

His catch would seem like a movie a flick

The Old Man’s fish catching in drawer dropping thick

Now the Old Man wasn’t rich, but really poor

He had gained knowledge having full of wisdom

Freedom on his mind to explore in a world unknown

The same Old Man from his youth with ambitions that continued beyond

It was precision with time

A fireplace and a rocking chair where the old man would often seat

The old man was his own narrator

He would talk aloud as his he had an audience, but it was always the furniture that was there, but no response from listening

The Old Man would reflect on where his life all started and the age of longevity

A Wooden Log Cabin with an old Man’s name on it

But tragedy struck one day, the log cabin was hit by a bolt of lightning

The Log Cabin burned up in flames being total destroyed

But the old man had died prior, but lived a good life

A Statue was dedicated in honor of everlasting in memory of the Old Man

A man with strength in character and devoted determination

Below the Old Man’s statue read, “The Old Man who saw a vision and built a foundation of a Wooden Log Cabin being of solid precision and a heart of gold”.