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Below is a turning poem written by John Styer, AKA The Lathe-meister. Here is his website. www.lathe-meister.com
It is reprinted here with his permission.
I think you'll find it humorous.
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How long does it take to make one of those?
Do
you, mean,
not plant the tree, but find the wood,
just 'see' the piece, (as if I could)?
to find a highly figured burl,
a crotch, an eye, or curly pearl?
And once I spy it, perhaps buy it,
inventory, store, and dry it?
Then saw or cut it, possibly I kiln it,
glue, imbue with fill, or drill it?
You mean that once I'm satisfied,
it's stopped the warps, checks, cracks, once dried?
And mounted on the lathe, to turn it,
which takes much practice, just to learn it;
and then employ a gouge, or two,
or use a skew, which I don't eschew,
to mold it, shape it, (what's your pleasure),
by all means, I'm sure to measure,
then sand it smooth, please wear your mitts,
from coarse to fine 10,000 grits,
then braze, or burnish, paint, or polish,
(the goal: enhance and don't demolish)?
Is that your question, start to end,
how long's that path, its way to wend?
Or do you merely want to know how long it turned?
Ten minutes, or so.
© John A. Styer, The Lathe-meister
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