Sunday, April 5, 2020

The Mason

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The Mason

He picked up a red brick
Brushed it off
and placed it on the wet cement.
He had sweat on his brow that
Drip dripped.
His overalls and long sleeve plaid shirt
Were a good choice that frigid morning
But mid-day it was 80 degrees under the sun.
He still stacked because if he didn't nobody else would.
He spread the cement with a trowel
and placed another brushed brick.
With every stacked brick he gave it a tap.
That set it in place just right.
His back had an ache and his shin had a splint
but every brick tapped was one brick closer
To being complete.

-Saschia Johnson

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About the Author

Saschia Johnson writes poetry, creative non-fiction, short stories, and screen plays. On her free time Saschia likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Saschia works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." And that's what she strives to start with every morning. You can find her writing on Jayne. Press. She writes because there isn't any other medium she's felt such a strong connection with. Her need to write greatly surpasses her desire to write.

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