Craftsman
In spare moments,
I watch you work your magic
How you cut and paint
Each slab of wood to perfection
A picture of finality
Though you would never
Call it finished
And now they say
Your work is not needed
You can get this kind of stuff
Online, anywhere
Maybe you can -- but the heartbeat
Will never be felt
And don't get me started
On quality
Cathy Porter, Blue Collar Review