I paused on my way between foot steps
Hovering over my dust-free path,
Observing an observation to see
Of how my environment was cast for me.
The way of the warm wooden walls
Sends my imagination a daydream vision:
Some carpenter,
More than content in his work,
Strokes a single panel of wood,
Using first sandpaper, then rubbing on oil.,
Penetrating the dryness of the wood.
The pride of the carpenter's work
Produces a luminous glow.
The wood itself, almost oozes pride
From a final coat of polyeurathane.
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