Hi Everyone,
I want to share a Woodturners poem with you. It was written by Ron Williams of the Minn-Dak Woodturners. Hope you enjoy!
Jim McTavish
A Turner’s Christmas
By Ron Williams
Twas the week before Christmas, and out in the shop,
the chips were a-flyin’, the lathe didn’t stop.
The turner stepped back for a well-deserved break,
took a sip of his coffee, and stretched out an ache.
He turned to the list he’d tacked up by the door,
it ran down the wall, and two feet on the floor!
A bowl for Aunt Susan, a pen for her mate,
a chalice and paten (a cup and a plate),
An icicle ornament, two whistling tops,
A doorknob, six light pulls, three wine bottle stops.
A box, a few eggcups, a call for a duck,
Some earrings, a whistle, and the wheels for a truck.
He looked at the list, at the things yet to make,
and he said, as he gave his old head a sad shake,
“Oh, where have the days gone? I thought I had planned.
But I’ve still gifts to make, to turn and to sand!â€Â
Yes, the trimming of trees and the hanging of lights,
caroling, parties, and seeing the sights,
A Thanksgiving turkey, and a trip to Aunt Bea’s
had put the man’s plans in a terrible squeeze!
But as he sat brooding on the things not yet done,
a voice (his subconscious) said. “Come, this is fun!â€Â
“Would you rather be looking for gifts at the malls?
Peering in windows, walking the halls?â€Â
“Hunting for parking a mile from the store,
then finding the best gifts were gone, weeks before?â€Â
“So back to the catalogs, searching on-line -
’If I buy it on E-bay, will it get here in time?’â€Â
“And then things get desperate – its now Christmas Eve,
as you run shop to shop – you forgot Uncle Steve!â€Â
“So recall,†said the voice, “ere you give in to ravings,
the hum of the lathe, and the smell of the shavings.â€Â
“The feel of the wood and the skew in your hand,
and the cut that’s so sweet, you don’t bother to sand.â€Â
“And think, as you work, of the looks that abound
as they open your gifts, and they pass them around.â€Â
“Youââ¢re right,†said the turner, “I’ll just pick up the pace.â€Â
Then he stepped to the lathe with a smile on his face.
And he said to the air, as he switched on the light,
â€ÂHappy turning to all, and to all, a good night!â€Â
I want to share a Woodturners poem with you. It was written by Ron Williams of the Minn-Dak Woodturners. Hope you enjoy!
Jim McTavish
A Turner’s Christmas
By Ron Williams
Twas the week before Christmas, and out in the shop,
the chips were a-flyin’, the lathe didn’t stop.
The turner stepped back for a well-deserved break,
took a sip of his coffee, and stretched out an ache.
He turned to the list he’d tacked up by the door,
it ran down the wall, and two feet on the floor!
A bowl for Aunt Susan, a pen for her mate,
a chalice and paten (a cup and a plate),
An icicle ornament, two whistling tops,
A doorknob, six light pulls, three wine bottle stops.
A box, a few eggcups, a call for a duck,
Some earrings, a whistle, and the wheels for a truck.
He looked at the list, at the things yet to make,
and he said, as he gave his old head a sad shake,
“Oh, where have the days gone? I thought I had planned.
But I’ve still gifts to make, to turn and to sand!â€Â
Yes, the trimming of trees and the hanging of lights,
caroling, parties, and seeing the sights,
A Thanksgiving turkey, and a trip to Aunt Bea’s
had put the man’s plans in a terrible squeeze!
But as he sat brooding on the things not yet done,
a voice (his subconscious) said. “Come, this is fun!â€Â
“Would you rather be looking for gifts at the malls?
Peering in windows, walking the halls?â€Â
“Hunting for parking a mile from the store,
then finding the best gifts were gone, weeks before?â€Â
“So back to the catalogs, searching on-line -
’If I buy it on E-bay, will it get here in time?’â€Â
“And then things get desperate – its now Christmas Eve,
as you run shop to shop – you forgot Uncle Steve!â€Â
“So recall,†said the voice, “ere you give in to ravings,
the hum of the lathe, and the smell of the shavings.â€Â
“The feel of the wood and the skew in your hand,
and the cut that’s so sweet, you don’t bother to sand.â€Â
“And think, as you work, of the looks that abound
as they open your gifts, and they pass them around.â€Â
“Youââ¢re right,†said the turner, “I’ll just pick up the pace.â€Â
Then he stepped to the lathe with a smile on his face.
And he said to the air, as he switched on the light,
â€ÂHappy turning to all, and to all, a good night!â€Â