A few years ago, a good friend moved his family to Tennessee. What an awesome state!
One day he texted me, and told me about the play tables that he was making for his kids. When he finished, he said that they turned out great and he was ready for some wonderful Tennessee mash.
I felt so inspired after our conversation, that I wrote this poem. Hope you Wood Butchers enjoy!
Like the wood itself,
The Wood Butcher becomes
A shape changer.
From tree rings to mill,
From lumber yard to garage,
Unnamed pieces of wood are assembled,
With glue, nails and love.
Once a tree, now a play table.
A mesa for imagination.
A living thing becomes a life-long childhood memory.
At day’s end, iced Tennessee gold
Fuels the dreaming mind,
For yet another rainy day project.
Now go build something for your kids!
