Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The Wood Carver - Thank you, Darlene,for introducing me.

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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