Possibly a love I never knew
He stood for strength and resolution too
Carved like oak but softer than cut stone
Shoring up and beaming all alone
Firmly set in wholesome family ways
Calm within his workshop lathes
Surrounded by his shavings and his shavers
Repairing for the old amidst his labours
Always had a smile from very young
Carpenter who joins us every one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem