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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420293" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wood Handled Shovel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420293" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I take its smooth wood in my hands<br>to turn the earth as spring returns.<br>I make straight furrows in my garden<br>Like those before me worked the land.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420293" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This was Dad's shovel years ago<br>And in my father's callused hands<br>it coaxed our plot to yield us fruit<br>as good as any farmer's stand.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420293" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Outside of faded photographs<br>So few of father's things remain<br>His house torn down, his stuff dispersed.<br>his kingdom shrunken to a grave.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420293" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of all the things that I possess<br>this little shovel made of wood<br>is my link to Him I loved<br>and to a time when life was good.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420293" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420293" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">J.M.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a></strong></div>