The Boat
The carpenter gazed with alert brown eyes,
at tools placed neatly on the cabinet top.
The saw blade cut rough cedar the right size
as whirs and thumping sounded from his shop.
He gripped the handle of the crude bronze plane
to steadily grind timber till it shone,
rotated each strong plank to match the grain,
angled the gleaming wood as red as roan.
He pounded with crude nails each plank in place,
water-resistant pitch to make it float,
and fashioned two long oars with skill and grace,
then took it to a lake, calm and remote.
It functioned as a place from which to preach.
Despite darkening clouds, Jesus liked to teach
7 comments:
I love this one, Connie... the rhyme and rhythm, and especially the meaning!
~laurie
Very nice!
I loved this! Thank you for this poem!
Good work, Connie.
Not only a wordle, but one that rhymes! I love how you surprised us at the end.
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You tell a wonderful story in this poem. There's a strange synchronicity about this Wordle that there are so many poems about a carpenter.
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