by Ron Roberts

RISE WITH ME EARLY AND DUST THE SNOW FROM MY SEAT
AS WHISK AWAY THE COBWEBS OF MORNING’S CRYSTAL LACE
AND RUSTLE THE BELGIUM TO COMFORT HER CONSTANT PACE
DO WHISPER HAY TODAY AS THE BLINDERS GRACE HER FACE
HOLD BACK THE MARATHON OF LIFE WE’LL SOON FINISH THAT RACE
HAS WORN THIN WITH TIME THE RUSTIC GRIN OF TINES NOT WASTE
WE WILL MEET ALONG THE LANE YOU KNOW THAT SPECIAL PLACE
RIDING INTO TOMORROW NOT THE TIME FOR HASTE

A native of New Hampshire, Ron Roberts recently retired from a life of working with his hands. From his early days on a family farm to a career as an industrial welder boilermaker, he has always felt a kinship to the land. Comfortable working with timber, granite and soil, Ron, with his wife of 32 years, raised their family in a home he designed and built in Stratham. Only recently has he turned his artistic talents from timber frames and barn raising to poetry and photography as displayed here, from his self-published book “LABOR and LOVE.”