Maybe others have a poem, related to the hobby/vocation, they would like to share.
Today, browsing thru back issues of Fine WoodWorking I found this:
#92 February 1992.
POINT OF VIEW
The maple tree was down, and spalted,
My neighbor thought it double-faulted,
Once for falling on his roof,
Once for being so aloof,
That it would turn its golden grain
Into an anaerobic stain.
Of waves and streaks and mottled lines,
And prove unfit for smooth designs
In kitchen cabinets and such.
In short, he didn’t like it much,
And so he gave it to me,
Who knew conversely, how to see
That germs can beautify a wood,
And "ruin" can sometimes be good
For men who find their hearts exalted,
By maple logs that have spalted.
-Richard Miller; Elizabethtown, PA
Today, browsing thru back issues of Fine WoodWorking I found this:
#92 February 1992.
POINT OF VIEW
The maple tree was down, and spalted,
My neighbor thought it double-faulted,
Once for falling on his roof,
Once for being so aloof,
That it would turn its golden grain
Into an anaerobic stain.
Of waves and streaks and mottled lines,
And prove unfit for smooth designs
In kitchen cabinets and such.
In short, he didn’t like it much,
And so he gave it to me,
Who knew conversely, how to see
That germs can beautify a wood,
And "ruin" can sometimes be good
For men who find their hearts exalted,
By maple logs that have spalted.
-Richard Miller; Elizabethtown, PA
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