This poem entitled “The Tinker” (copyright 2003) was inspired by the occupations of my dad and paternal granddad. Both men were highly skilled carpenters and “jack of all trades” handyman type fixit guys. Dad and grandpa were always busy building something or fixing something. Sometimes together, often separately.
This gift (or curse perhaps) for the need to constantly work with “things” was apparently passed down to me. I have the same desire to use tools and my hands to fabricate or fix something regardless of the potential usefulness or worth of any “thing”.
So this work is presented in memory of my dad and grandpa and dedicated to all of you other folks out there who are builders and keep things running.
JBH Wonders, October 2011
The Tinker
Behold
the Tinker,
A righteous man,
With Implements of creation in his hands,
With
a mind to figure and an idea to try,
There is a trace of madness in his eyes,
With
trials and errors, And failures galore,
He works out the kinks until there are
no more,
And
alas it is finished ! This gadget has uses!
Why
it has even suffered the Tinker's
verbal abuses !
And
again while he sits with idling fingers,
The glory of the challenge long still
lingers,
And
as these serious thoughts still remain,
Please understand that he is not
insane, He is...
...A
Tinker.
(Written in 1977, Copyright 2003, All Rights Reserved)
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