....drink deeply of the wood that is within,
and know for a certainty of well be-ing,
that all that resides in the soul of a tree,
will yet come to life in the spirit of rustic ‘wood art’….
—-the gawker’s have gone as passing on,
but you my friend are still much watching and talking,
these moments of years we shared cannot be forgotten,
as i still watch and listen to hear what you have to say….
—-your slabs of wooden golden maple yet to be,
will once again bid the gaper’s to offer their pocket change,
and who knows the final destinations your be-ing will reside at,
till in the newness of this day i pause with silence of tears….
....i have drank deeply from the ambrosia of your sap,
your age of be-ing was from before my coming here,
your soul of wood is the finding of my woodworking space,
and together we are spirits both off the creation of all that is rustic….
I will be posting more on this one, a friend of mine that’s time had come, as of yesterday. For today though I will just dwell on what has been….
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/