|Project by murch||posted 07-24-2013 07:59 PM||1023 views||0 times favorited||7 comments|
A friend said “call over” and he gave me a tree.
I don’t know what it is and neither does he.
So I cut off a branch of this tree that was free,
And worked for an hour to see if I could see,
Was it possible to make a candle-holder or three.
Oh my sweet little shed is a fine place to be,
Getting lost in a turning is Heaven to me.
And when I was finished, I got such a start,
The shavings had settled in the shape of a heart.
True story. Nearly.
-- A family man has photos in his wallet where his money used to be.