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S0005 A Tribute to my Father, may he rest in peace.
By Jr. Strasil © 2003
THE DUSTY WORKBENCH
When on the craftsman's silent form His folded hands are still, And dust has gathered on his tools, And bench, and window sill, A moment of reflection comes; We seek to understand From whence the light and wisdom came To guide his master hand. His craftssmanship a story tells Of patience, care and skill; Through product of his handiwork His voice is speaking still. The tale it tells of simple taste In shape and place and size Is perfect as a rose in bloom And pleasing to one's eyes. Perhaps his goal was never reached; But product of his hand Was service 'kin to worship That all people understand. Each article a monument that inspiration brings From him whose able, willing hands Shaped only lovely things.