The Beauty of a Soul in Wood
….into the fire of your eye,
ran the character of the wood,
and who was there to welcome my goings,
but the burnished steel of i….
—-my going was but a sweetness of golden syrup,
and from the tap ran gallons of sap,
so what was i a doing collecting,
when the springs of spring sprung ambrosia….
....that was then till in my now of days,
i milled your sapwood looking for slabs,
and in the soul of your heartwood you still held more,
one last piece of steel that shines a taste of beauty….
....things you might meet when out walking in the soul of wood….
....just playing with imagination here, looking at inspiration and, all-ways feeling free to express my-self….
....one can say this story started here….third slab from the left, but I know the story started before I was ever on the scene….back before beginning….
’’….work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….’‘
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/