The Carpenter

He learnt his trade early
seeing his father plane wood,
watching the delicate curls line the floor,
observing how wood is shaped, bent,
joined to form a myriad objects.
Now he is a skilled craftsman,
he can make you anything
you wish for,
a chest for your trinkets maybe,
a cupboard, table, chair,
new back door,
or a statue for your garden.
He can make you a box
to your precise measurements,
line it with satin,
make sure you fit it

Sally Long

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Sally Long  would be pleased to hear them.