God’s Whisper to Uncle’s Artistic Hands  

BY Raen Parker Washington

Veteran’s vision, sees beyond the rust, grime and scraps 

Etching out a metallic garden 

Transforming rusty tools, gifts those hands, shape the metal’s fate,

Each piece tells a story, Uncle’s and warmth of suns, shine,

Rusty tools reborn. Memories preserved,

Art blooms in Easter’s Sun-day,

New life from farm tools. Beauty from decay.

Aviator hat in place, Overalls over church clothes,                                                            

In the fields, a farmer walks the land, talks of buds,

Rose bushes, blossoms, memorials and familial trees.

Forgotten spade sings, hammer strikes with care                                                                

Old plowshares transform, sculptures rise from ironware, 

Rakes revived, making beauty that will last.

Cherished, artisan hands take mine and we whisper to the lands of past                                                                                            

Erstwhile wars now silent fields, sprouting structures in peace.