ON BEING 80

This old oak post had lain in the wood behind my house for years.

It looked so rotten that nobody had even bothered to chop it up for firewood.

Bits of old wire and nails were a challenge to a chain saw.

One day I decided to fork it up from the debris and look closer.

Hosing and scraping  revealed some beautiful shapes. 

I re-fixed in the old fittings which would have once supported a gate.

I had just reached 80.

This post had once been useful, it was wrinkled and scarred, it had needed some repair, it was still strong.

There was only one title for it…………………….Mounting it on a revolving stand gave it some status.