I sit conflicted,
a woodman mired in trees;
poetry and carpentry.
Finding my way through
words and woods.
The words flow naturally,
filling my pages with a means
to express and caress
with the strength of thought
and my conviction. My father
taught me to express equally
with wood; the Master Carpenter’s page.
Transformed and preserved
the beauty of trees lives on
after finding their rest. Respect
is learned in the embrace of trees.
Poetry and carpentry,
creative expression in word and wood.
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
dVerse/POETS PUB – Poetics: Tree Poetry
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
Yes, both are so related to each other actually, just realised this.
real carpentry and respect for trees.. I love that.. like a hunter having respect for the prey
as long as the earth is replenished with trees word and wood can go side by side.. 🙂
I love this poem, Walt!
the woods filling your pages with means to express….smiles…cool…nice ref with the carpenters page too….
Poetry and carpentry… ha… they def. have things in common…very cool..