I am constantly amazed at the beauty I find here on Lumberjocks. It’s here that generations will share the same “cherish” boxes, prepare meals on the same butcher block island, and rock grandchildren to sleep in the same chair created by our minds and hands.
Indeed, woodworking is as much as a pastime as it is a journey. Each piece created here will likely last for generations and that’s the true beauty and meaning of woodworking…in my opinion.
In honor of that…of this tradition…I stumbled upon “The Old Woodworker”, a poem written by William John Longhurst and couldn’t help but to share it here: where it all began for me.
Happy New Year Lumberjocks and Janes!
THE OLD WOODWORKER
Across a bench covered with shavings and tools,
Through passionate eyes his gaze is cast.
With thoughts of children and their toys of wood,
His mind meanders through many times past.
When things that stopped working weren’t cast to one side,
Or, though failing, just given a shove,
But repaired and recycled and e’en redesigned
And with a new lease of life, were reloved.
Now, though they’re all gone – the boys with their toys
and little girls playing with dolls – so intense,
There are others here now to fill in the void
and delight in the wonders that Grandpa invents.
For he’ll take up some pine or whatever’s at hand
And look ‘long the grain to see if it’s straight.
From there will emerge something truly unique
But to gaze on its beauty we’ll patiently wait.
As the morning sun shines through glistening dew
and reflects on his face while he dreams far away,
He warms to the thought of new projects to make
and so, he begins another new day.
- William John Longhurst