The man in
this story found his niche’ late
And the love
of his wife helped him to create
The most
beautiful carvings of trees and of trolls
Of boots and
of clowns and small paper rolls
With fences
and cattails and guns made of dowels
And men and
of women and ducks and small owls
His works
were displayed as pieces of art
She’d taken
great care to set them apart
A man finds
his talents as he moves through his life
Often in
spite of or because of his wife
And what usually
remains when the whittling’s complete
Is a piece
of the man you are happy to meet
To touch
what he touched and look at detail
To notice a
knuckle or ear or shirt tail
The patina
of basswood with rose colored stain
The texture
of beard is the work of the grain
You sense as
you put the last piece back in place
The heart of
the man who could carve with such grace
And know
that you like him and admire his art
Someday you’ll
tell him and a friendship will start.
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