OldTiredWood (the end of Cookie)

~ Harlan Didrickson

And after I

Had gathered the

Wood that we

Are and carefully

Built a teepee

Of timber kindly

Added kindling preparing

For our blaze

You handed me

A box of

Wet matches the

One thing the

Only thing that

I asked you

To bring you

Brought something that

I couldn’t use

So there we

Sat there staring

At what we

Could have been

Knowing that we’ll

Never be that

But rather just

A pile of

Old tired wood