Making.
Symphony in the making was silently
waiting in his old workshop.
I viewed with amazement that motley
collection of well-used tools
and knew how unusual was the music
hung there adorning the walls.
Hammers and saws tuned in for action,
tin shears and gimlets
stood ready to combat wood-shrinkage,
old oil-stones for honing
the blades all told me they could sing to
a Maestro's conducting.
An old wicker-chair in which I was sitting
plaintively winced at my
young movement as I examined the magic
in that Merlin's cave for,
about to be married I needed a man who
was declared a true master
of all things wood and who by talented
hands could teach me the craft.
I for once was eager to learn all the hows
of the trade, thankful the chance
of fine carpentry was coming my way so
I put on my new white apron,
picked up the apprentice-stick-measure
and like a baton gave it a tap
as my first ballad was about to take shape.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: After viewing the picture I write from the young male's view of an wonderful trade about to be undertaken.
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Oh that apprentices of the twenty first century were like that. But no. Today apprentices know it all whilst knowing very little other than posesion of a first class degree in argumentative.
Or have i just had the bad apples?
In days of yore when skills were more learned and art like indeed there would be the mystery and wonder in the young persons handling of tools. Skills admired. True effort put into doing ones best to please. Aquiring the 'pride' in ones work so often found lacking today.
You piece brought to mind the novice understudy music student learning how the master enables his instrument to weep.
Enthralling.
Yes I can see how the read brought back today's mind-set of the average apprentice D.A. - - skills were sought after and experience was listened to - the picture inspired me to write a small tale of what such a lad felt when he began to learn. Thanks so much for your visit and thoughts on the subject.
You have been a good student and become a good master, all at the same time. I am very good at what I do at work, but learn more every day. Thanks for reminding us to respect our forbears, and have at it.
Yes my friend - "respect" is needed for learning from masters of trades......... thank you for making this point.
Those skills of the passed were so wonderful to see. I my life I have watched these skilled men in wonder as to what they could achieve with their tools; you are right it is like a conductor creating sound from an orchestra.
Super write Fay.
Andy
Thanks Andy for reading my few words on "Making" and sharing your thoughts on what masters of trades could teach their apprentices - I agree that skill with tools is still worth learning even though technology seems to taken central stage and made redundant a lot of humanity.
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