The Joiners Shop Poem by Christopher Tye

The Joiners Shop

Old work benches covered in sawdust,
Wooden planes and chisels generations old,
Hiding underneath awaiting the call to duty,
The family's trade for centuries.

Still clinging to old traditions,
As the world changes far too fast,
The craftsman at one with the old ways,
Where skill and knowledge ruled.

Dusty planks of wood homing spiders,
As they slowly season and air-dry,
At one with nature's wisdom.

A sight once so commonplace,
Now so rare as the world changes,
This old joiner's shop a rare thing now.

Observe the present while you can,
For tomorrow will arrive too soon,
As the old ways and skills die out,
Technology isn't always a good thing.

By Christopher Tye