Helve Poem by Christopher Tye

Helve



Helve

Handles heft from wood for tools,
Evolved over generations too perfection,
Long handles for hammers to short stubby ones for screwdrivers,
Virtuous things of tactile beauty,
Everybody takes you for granted.

By Christopher Tye

Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: tools
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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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