The purple grain….
Down the dense board you go….
It’s easy enough to stay afloat…
Filter out the silt…
Absorbing saw dust in your lungs,
You come across heart shaped cut out blocks,
The purple gain…
It’s easy enough to stay astray,
When you feel tied down on the plank,
Headed towards a diamond coated saw blade…
Feel the splinter in your eye….
When you’ve hurt the ones you love,
It’s much easier to feel the pain traveling to your brain….
But when you’ve trained yourself not to feel the pain…
What emotion do you have then,
It’s easy enough to forgive….
So what do you think?….
When you travel down purple grain,
Your fait lies ahead,
Release the bondages holding you down….
Send through the planer,
After you’ve found a straight board,
Light up the butane,
Run the flames over the board,
Bringing out the contrast of the purple grain,
Cut it down to the size you want,
Smooth out the rough edges,
Rout a unique shape,
Hang it up for all to see