Demolition: A Haiku

This roof stands proud
Its life beaten by strong winds
Only one choice left

Homemakers

Behold the power of large groups of people
with large hearts
and willing hands
not much experience
though that doesn't matter much

Ding of hammers hitting nails
Dings turn into music and soon there
is a chorus of dings from hammers
and maybe drills

Pretty soon the dings turn to thuds
as the walls are raised and a
house starts to take shape
Awe in the voices of inexperienced volunteers

One by one
Studs line this foundations
A row of only parallel
and perpendicular lines

Studs
Beams
Top Plates
OSB
Trusses
Hammers
16-penny nails
Drills
and prybars in case we make a mistake

Can't hear thinking to oneself over the dinging
Thudding
Whirring
Screaming
Directing
Asking of 60 plus people all here to help

Mind starts dinging and whirring
Right along with the rhythm
There is a rhythm here
A rhythm of people who want to help
A rhythm of people who look forward to a simple decent place to live

One is taking shape as we speak
As we ding
As we whir
As thud and bang

We are homemakers