The Woodturner’s Big Day

So many things could be said about you

Bout your chainsaw and man-hut and all

Of the way that you always think not of yourself

But see the good in the folks one and all

Leaving your home as a young man

Travelling south to seek fortune and fame

Finding wood and a welcome so heartfelt

And the apple that kicks in the brain

A kite-boarding legend at ease in his suit

With real ale in your hand you’re at home

Chopping trees with your saw when they fall

A craftsman who’s times never his own

Off to his hut goes the man from the north

As she thinks of hotels with champagne

And walking on cliffs on the southerly coast

In the sunset became strong once again

And so from the lady that comes from the south

To the jester that fills up her life

Here’s to another great birthday you imp

So glad that you made me your wife

© Fergus Martin

2012