Wood Mentation of Today
....what is this prise that burns within my being,
to find the almost of what a-waits-a-round the next bend,
by now i should have learned why the sweetness of your voice calls,
as within the depths of where i have often run to hide from your face….
....i once remember standing in the shadow of a tree greater than i,
while the limbs of your covering shared with my-self a notion of leaves,
fire colored leaves you gave to me to light the candle that had gone out,
and what a sense of great-full-ness i felt as my soul re-kind-led passion….
....some i have heard love to tell stories that repeat the path more taken,
and then other’s live tales that lie against the nature of their beast,
many shed tears late in life at what they now see as wasted moments,
but i now know that all my moments are counted as having no-regret….
....too many are the scars of life given so as to see who can over-come,
so once again i put my paddle in the water to follow through on my dream,
to pull a stroke that would in the end only take me farther from you,
and how could i know that around the bend you were all-ways there….
And so I gathered some color….
....to create a space for wood art….
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/