JoCoSawdust
Well-known member
Pardon going off the beaten path here a bit but my Dad just shared something with me and I thought some of you might enjoy it as well. My 80 year old Dad writes poetry, mostly Cowboy poetry, and he also enjoys taking part in my old tool addiction. His face lights up every time I bring him over to check out some "new" rusty tool I've acquired.This is his most recent work.
THESE TOOLS
T.C. Carter
His father had held these tools
in rough hands
that bore the scars and callouses
of men
who create what is beautiful,
build what is useful,
and repair what is broken.
The tools themselves
were made by such men
in a time when both beauty
and function
were considered important.
They were built
to withstand hard use
and passing time,
but also to appeal
to the eye of the beholder
These tools had outlasted
his father
whose time had run out
as it does for all men.
So now he held these tools
in his own rough hands
and admired
not only their beauty
and durability,
but the history
that attached to them.
He would also create what is beautiful,
he would build what is useful,
and he would repair what is broken
using these tools
that his father had once held.
THESE TOOLS
T.C. Carter
His father had held these tools
in rough hands
that bore the scars and callouses
of men
who create what is beautiful,
build what is useful,
and repair what is broken.
The tools themselves
were made by such men
in a time when both beauty
and function
were considered important.
They were built
to withstand hard use
and passing time,
but also to appeal
to the eye of the beholder
These tools had outlasted
his father
whose time had run out
as it does for all men.
So now he held these tools
in his own rough hands
and admired
not only their beauty
and durability,
but the history
that attached to them.
He would also create what is beautiful,
he would build what is useful,
and he would repair what is broken
using these tools
that his father had once held.
