|Grandpa Shreeve and Curtis, Mesa Arizona, 1959|
Two pairs of pliers of similar type -
One hung with care in Grandfather’s shop.
One found in a field midst turf and clod.
Two pairs of pliers now worlds apart!
Woodshed attached was Grandfather’s shop.
Chainsaw on a shelf with a blade prickly sharp -
A nail and wood block, turned to unlock the door
Small room held some tools, bench with dirt floor.
Grasping the pliers in my small boyish hands -
Far older than I - and its work was not done -
Worn smooth and bright was the action and steel -
Placed it back on the nail – how majestic it hung!
A dozen acres was the field that we plowed,
Alfalfa and rye fed our animals some,
I walked in the field in the afternoon sun,
And spied a tool that I could make mine.
I pulled from the dirt a needle nose pair!
Now rusty and worn, shut without care,
I thought with oil and a little work,
It might hang some day in my workshop.
Though I had high hopes and carried it about.
And the action returned slowly enough.
But it always stuck - opened or shut!
Two hands were needed if a wire to cut!
I do not know where these two are today.
One praised and valued and one thrown away -
But I see their brothers and sisters each day.
Of use or neglect – we choose the way!