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There is a craft designed by fabric
Cut and snip, sew, wear with photo to click
Sweep up the pieces neath the table
Move on to another and we’re able.
Then we must speak of canvas and brush,
A year of labor or maybe weeks in a rush,
Again finish, wash out the tool,
Wipe off paint from easel as a rule.
Some work in delicate stones,
Hanging them on a thread in tones
With sparkling brilliance of precious
Collection to rest on wrist or neck a must.
Return the uncut to their place
Roll up and replace silver to their space
Replace each bead to their drawer,
Waiting again for another tomorrow.
So it is with life and living
The practice of love and giving
Draw the craft in our mind
Go out to gather and find.
Bend and shape, draw and compose
Of materials all thoughts to transpose
Their lies the creation of beauty and wit
Clean up around and go on to another bit.
‘Tis this training better than academia’s ream
Reading, reading, and never a dream
Let the craftsman teach you a lesson real
Of life and living for eternity’s feel.
Cut and snip, sew, wear with photo to click
Sweep up the pieces neath the table
Move on to another and we’re able.
Then we must speak of canvas and brush,
A year of labor or maybe weeks in a rush,
Again finish, wash out the tool,
Wipe off paint from easel as a rule.
Some work in delicate stones,
Hanging them on a thread in tones
With sparkling brilliance of precious
Collection to rest on wrist or neck a must.
Return the uncut to their place
Roll up and replace silver to their space
Replace each bead to their drawer,
Waiting again for another tomorrow.
So it is with life and living
The practice of love and giving
Draw the craft in our mind
Go out to gather and find.
Bend and shape, draw and compose
Of materials all thoughts to transpose
Their lies the creation of beauty and wit
Clean up around and go on to another bit.
‘Tis this training better than academia’s ream
Reading, reading, and never a dream
Let the craftsman teach you a lesson real
Of life and living for eternity’s feel.