Woodcraft Poems - Poems about Woodcraft

...I read the weeks obituaries closely saw lines of passing on every page I wondered who they were and who were those they left behind. The names meant nothing to me. I did not know them. What did......

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...If my house was on fire, What would be the things, without which I would not retire? Sixteen minutes of fate and so many things to accumulate. Seven things that keeps our emotions entwined, Wou......

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...Muscles ache and backbones creak New things bought become antique Metals tarnish, plaster cracks Paintings fade, their colour lacks Rocks erode and woodcraft weathers As does brick and hands and......

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...Today's a busy day in a small town Folk bustling around all sporting frowns Dozens of stalls, with beautiful displays Wonderful products with beautiful arrays Jewellery, so beautiful, stylish and......

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...When I saw you in your casket, it brought tears to my eyes. You died two years ago today on the thirteenth day of July. When the doctors said that your illness was terminal, I didn't want to believ......

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