Workshop

filtered light

through dirty windows

illuminates the ancient wood

a workbench

and some antique tools

tobacco cans

full of nuts and bolts

a hint of oil in the air

a faded, water stained calendar

hangs on the wall

1936

the last year this land was farmed

sometimes I sit in the workshop

on a hard wooden stool

not to work on farm implements

but to go back in time

and take in the sights

and smells of 1936

my only tools:

a pencil and a notebook