I Like to Sit in My Shop

[Pault17]

JW,
Now that my fingers are actually hitting the right keys, I read your poem to my wife and, after a few minutes (she really reflects on things at times) she said that your poem was really good. She has always been the artful one between the two of us, and she said that your poem managed to paint beautiful watercolors in her mind's eye and said to thank you for it.

Thank you

[Nick]

Originally Posted by JWBIRONWORKS

I have several hot wheels cars the grandkids left on the floor long ago, now they lie in the top lid of the tool box on the rolling bench. They have long since forgotten them. One day they’ll get to remember them.

When I was 4 or 5 my Dad added a huge deck to our house. I had a small rubber Transformers figure (they came with some real Transformers), and for some reason I either put it or dropped it in the nail pouch of his tool belt.

Two years ago on Christmas Dad gave me a tiny present, and inside was that little red Transformer. It sat at the bottom of his tool belt (which gets used a lot) for nearly twenty years before he found it. It's standing on a shelf in my living room now.

[ApprenticeMan]

I think this needs to be brought up again, what a lovely poem.

[fat pete]

put it to music .....great thoughts! would make a cool song

THX

[habu68]

It is wonderful and reminds me of a song that brings tears to my eyes every time I hear it.



Who Will Watch The Home Place




Leaves are falling and turning to showers of gold
As the postman climbs up our long hill
And there's sympathy written all over his face
As he hands me a couple more bills

Who will watch the home place
Who will tend my hearts dear space
Who will fill my empty place
When I am gone from here

There's a lovely green nook by a clear-running stream
It was my place when I was quite small
And it's creatures and sounds could soothe my worst pains
But today they don't ease me at all

In my grandfather's shed there are hundreds of tools
I know them by feel and by name
And like parts of my body they've patched this old place
When I move them they won't be the same

Now I wander around touching each blessed thing
The chimney the tables the trees
And my memories swirl 'round me like birds on the wing
When I leave here oh who will I be



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Author: Kate Long
Version: Laurie Lewis
Notes:

Lyrics provided courtesy of Bluegrass Lyrics.Com!

[JWBIRONWORKS]

habu,
Thanks for sharing

John

[Ted T]

JWBIRONWORKS
I enjoyed your poem called
"I Like to Sit in My Shop"
In simple terms, I have spent a bunch of my 67 years inside of other peoples welding and blacksmith shops as well as my own shop.
I believe your poem is worth reviewing for those who have not seen it. It will be a valued poem for me forever because it expresses my feelings.
I actually do go out into my shop and just sit and enjoy the memories and the richness that I feel because it has taken so many years to collect it all. Lots of sweat, uncertainty, and hard work have been involved.
I love the smells, noise, and the whole shebang.
I believe it must be similar to what a fish must feel like when someone throws it back into the water.
Thanks for sharing those thoughts with us.
Only those of us who know, knows!
Thanks again.
Ted

[JWBIRONWORKS]

Thanks Ted,
Glad you enjoyed it.

John

[yesteryearforge]

Everyone needs to take the time to ponder the small things in life.


Mike Tanner

[chyancarrek]

JWB,

Thanks so for you great words!

This really reminds me of a special neighbor I had growing up. We called him "Grampa Minton" - I worked for him every year helping with his cows, mending fence, milking - you know all of the farm stuff.

He used to put up his hay "old school" - un-baled and forked onto a flatbed trailer then off-loaded in the barn. When we'd finish, we'd sit on the edge of the loft and he'd tell me stories of when he was a kid or his time in Europe during WWII or anything he tough important for a kid to hear. The combination of the smell of the barn, the setting sun and sounds of the livestock below was so powerful I can take myself back there with no effort at all.

Your words brought all o' that back to me once again.

Thanks!
Neil