Make #poetry

There is no more honourable thing
Than to hew, and shape, and build, and make
To break
Sweat
In the pursuit of something real
Tangible
Tactile
Something that will heal

Our modern ills and lethargy
Brought about by the tools
That make us fools
Rather than freeing our time
To find
Ourselves
We slouch and flick
An impulsive tic
Addicted to the screen

Always a yearning
Relearning
The trades
Forefathers practised
Resurrecting the craftsman gene
Coursing through the veins
To leave a mark
On this world
A story to be told
Some thing to have, and behold.