Friday, March 11, 2005
Boatbuilding and Life
I Once Built Boats
I once built boats to pass the time
Or better said, the boats built me;
At workday's end aboard I'd climb,
In quiet backyard reverie.
The boat erect on sawhorse stood,
The object dear of all my toils;
The curling hiss of plane on wood
Dropped fragrant heaps of fresh-cut coils
And humming bandsaw coaxed from wood
The complex shapes that make a boat,
To fit exactly as they should,
And strike the proper shipshape note.
And sometimes in the quiet night
I'd stop to savor every curve
By hand or eye in pure delight
That beauty can such function serve,
And piece by piece the form emerged
From nails and clamps and glue and wood,
As character and work converged
To form my life for ill or good.
For every life and every boat
Are children of our dreams at play,
And life well-lived or craft afloat
Is never built in just a day.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
I shall share it with Tom, and his Dad for they both love boats and reflect on life with the same enthusiasm.
"Or better said, the boats built me;" - my favorite line.