If I let you in on a secret, would you understand?

Question

It was Sunday, Father’s day,
and I didn’t want to be there, cutting wood
in the middle of June. I argued,
as well as a 12 year old
boy can argue with his father,
but my words were deftly quelled,
and there I was in the back
of a pick up truck on a Sunday morning
with a cooler
full of lunch
and an old gray box full
of chains and chain oil and I
remember
the smell of that old gray box,
the smell of power
it had, the power to help a neighbor
and the power to heat a home
and I remember thinking that it was somehow
important to my father
to be here so I embraced it
and I watched everything and
I learned.
The world became ours,
my world, my father’s
world,
we owned it,
we were in charge, we
made the rules, and we
worked together and everyone
I saw that day was in our
World
and I watched them,
knowing my father would dictate
what was to be done
and how to do it and
I was his helper and he instructed them
and assured them and nothing, nothing,
nothing could go wrong or happen to me
when I was in that world.
So we dropped
that huge elm
that grew too close to the barn,
and the rope held true
and the tree fell true
and there was cheering and I was proud
and my father held me
and laughed and we cut that old tree to pieces
and the chainsaw roared and the sawdust flew and
that smell
was the greatest smell on earth,
the power of it overwhelmed us
and my father and I ruled the world on that day with our
ropes and our chains
and oils and cooler
full of lunch
and I remember
thinking how happy I was
because I spent father’s day alone
with my dad
and nobody else
existed in that world
that we had created.
And months later, when
the high pitched whine of burning elm
filled the living room
my father
said “That’s that tree we dropped
at Clymer’s place, remember that David?”
And I said yes, I remembered.

Answer 1

Lucky you.
Congratulations

Answer 2

WOW! Good poem! NIce control of the line and the narrative! I think the title could be better though. Something more subtle but significant to the rest of the poem.

Answer 3

I found that very touching. I wish I could spend some quality time with my dad like that

Answer 4

That was very nice. did you write that? did it really happen? i was just wondering. i dont mean to sound like im saying youre a liar. i thought that was a beautiful poem. thats what it was, wasnt it? a poem?

Answer 5

Congratulations, to the both of you!

Answer 6

um yawn much?

Answer 7

wait i am recovering.

Answer 8

Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!!!!!!!!

Answer 9

are you sayin im fat???

Answer 10

Thanks for the jacket.