Thursday, November 13, 2014

Poem by Phil: A woodworkers dream


I dreamed a piece of furniture made me
It used a couple of chunky walnut boards
that were aged 50 years
they had some nice grain and were solid 
along with some handsome knots



I was sawed and planed and run over the machines
until I got cut just right.
The grain matched well
and the joints were tight
a few well placed details was all I needed,
just a curve under my arm
and a smile on my face.
Some oil to make me be warm and glow
and now I'm ready for someone's favorite place.


2 comments:

Unknown said...

My legs are resting upon a walnut table. Carefully carved and oiled. The wood was tough to work but beautiful to look at.

Was thinking of you.

Unknown said...

Your cousin Keith.