Two hundred years ago, plus two score,
A craftsman walked through a forest.
He carefully chose the wood.
When it was ready to use,
Some, he turned on a lathe,
Some he chiseled carefully,
He shaped the seat.
He cut his holes with a hand drill,
He bent the back and fitted the spindles.
The arms he cut and shaped with scrollwork.
He carefully sanded it until it nearly shone and applied the finish.
He ran his hands over each piece.
In two hundred and forty years, no one has received a splinter.
Today, I ran my hands over the arms and mentally thanked him as I sat.
About the Creator
Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Two poems are featured in a new print anthology-POETICS: Grain available at Bainbridge Island Press.
IG: @maisonette _textiles
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