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That Roof


Scott Whitby, 2020


Who roofed that roof, so tight?

Nails sunk in, full of might


Why that oak? Why so dense?

Why not poplar, so less intense?


When was it, ol' barn was raised?

Home for after the cattle grazed


How'd they do it, tools and man?

Muscle and sweat, the only plan


Where was I, when it was done?

But I'm here now, the only one


What to do but nail away

To give this barn another day

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