At Black Willow Road, our efforts are devoted
to recycle
what the world casts away.

Such things as
prodigal, wayside wood;

tin roofs lifted from their moorings by wind
(the moss-covered shingles kicked up like leaves);

weathered planks of old barns
and ancient appurtenances (like knobs and latches)
that once opened and closed doors
of warm, wonderful, but now, derelict houses;

and last, but not least,
--extracted from the grasp of dozers and hard-hats--

a multitude of rusty nails,
too many to be numbered by the likes of humankind.

In a nutshell
 (Yes, we frame and preserve those, too),
we are grateful to be:

(1) Artisans of our own unique line of Bitter End furniture:

 without Black Willow's intervention,
our orphaned pine, 
(with its lineage of hard knocks)
would come to just that--
a bitter end.
 
(2) Gatherers of both sober and giddy florals,
(as well as the countryside's more taciturn October leaves),

(3) and Framers of weathered, incomparably beautiful,
and sometimes century-old wood.