Woodgrain.
poem by:
Christopher Russon
Written
on Apr 09, 2020
When I was fifteen years of age My father put me into a trade He himself was a carpenter He said I would make the grade. I wanted to be in dad's kind of work But it wasn't meant to be Now im'e happy being a painter It's the only trade for me. My dad said I have a job for you A wonderfull job you will see It's something we can do together Involving graining and carpentry. He showed me a door with woodgrain It came from an old oak tree Now looking at the woodstain It was a job done perfectly. Now everything is going plastic Windows and doors alike The days of of staining Woodwork Has disappeared overnight. It seems we have to face the fact We are living in changing times And we may just have a problem Now the woodland is in decline,
Tags: Hope, Inspirational, Rhyme,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Apr 13, 2020 at 6:25pm
Nice one Chris.....like your father I was a carpenter/joiner for over 40yrs....and my woodwork teacher at school advised me not to be a joiner because the future was "Plastic"...I'm glad that I ignored him...ðŸ‘ðŸ»
Christopher Russon
commented on Apr 13, 2020 at 6:33pm
Thank you Frank i wanted to be a carpenter But I'm no good with measurements.
Although painting and Decorating is harder than many people think,Both are lovely trades to be in.
Talal Uddin
commented on May 17, 2020 at 6:11pm
Nicely written and portray the real situation around us. Changes that occur and not beneficial for the mankind should not be accepted, i think. Anyway, good writing. Carry on.
Christopher Russon
commented on May 17, 2020 at 6:17pm
Thank you very much Talal we rarely sea the natural grain from wood stain these days
Most of it is a replica of the real thing.Nevertheless still beautiful.
