Old Union
Tenon snug in its mortise secured by two hardwood nails. The chamfered beam still bearing dark bruises from the blows of mallet and ball-hammer a good marriage cried out for.
Poems by Gordon Wharton
Tenon snug in its mortise secured by two hardwood nails. The chamfered beam still bearing dark bruises from the blows of mallet and ball-hammer a good marriage cried out for.