Making

The joy of making; at one with wood, at one with steel.

The knowing of touch and the relearning of feel.

The making , the shaping, the curve and the bend;

what was made long ago that you can now mend.

The working with hands, a truly wondrous thing;

the pleasure of work that makes any heart sing.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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