Perhaps the moderator will move this to the appropriate place.
I have only been on this one.
Derby Poem
In the Wintertime when the races run
And you spend some shop time with your son
Cutting and shaping a block o' pine
Teaching him how to cut close to the line
The wind is high the air is cold
The boy is young
You're not quite old
The kerosene heater stinks but it's warm
The radio calls for a possible storm
In the snug little shop that you want him to love
There is time that is passing
A gift from above
That neither of you will ever forget
That neither of you will ever forget
The bandsawing done the sanding begins
You watch as your ten year old sands while he grins
Only a ten year old grins while he sands
He stops for a moment and looks at his hands
Then back to the block of wood that he's shaped
Then back to his hands
And a concept is shaped
And a smile replaces that wonderful grin
When a Dad sees that smile a Dad starts to grin
In the snug little shop that you want him to love
There is time that is passing
A gift from above
That neither of you will ever forget
That neither of you will ever forget
Derby Poem
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Regards,
Tom Watson
Tom Watson