
“Sawmill” by Claude Croney
birch and beech
gave their flesh
to the sawyer
whose water-wheel
mill cut rough
medium craftsmen
composed with
a vision refined
by fine finishing
hands into objects
that pleased
antiquarians
timeless wood
legacies bearing
warm smooth grained
affections of ancestry
(originally posted in November 2013)
Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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In praise of the maker – almost; perhaps is a theology by any other name.
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even man can create
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Refining our characters, little by little! Very good!
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what better way to live
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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This is lovely Paul. The first few words “birch and beech gave their flesh” really hooked me!
I have a real soft spot for lumber mills. I used to work in one! 🙂
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I think I would have enjoyed that
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I was in the Shipping department, so it was an office job. But there were parts of it that were pretty cool. You got to smell fresh cut wood all day. 🙂 One of the salesmen went out on the line when we had some really beautiful wood come through and picked out, board by board, his new living room floor! Pretty cool!
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A vision refined, indeed.
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much appreciated
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Wonderful thing about wooden furniture and such is they can be passed down through generations and be even more treasured for their scratches.
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indeed – life is in those scratches
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