Friday, May 13, 2016

I am a Turner

I am a Turner

This is the name
he proudly savored..
Coaxing new pattern from
 places hidden in wood..
His singing lathe
persuading the grain
to reveal what 
has never been seen..
If the forest might speak
it would say of 
this good man:
by  his gentle turning
he has transfigured
our branches and scraps
to beauty and love...

Remembering a friend,  Steve DeJong...

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