Craftsmanship
A poem by Charles Wade
Snowshill Manor
Born 1883 Died 1956
Some ever would be where they’re not, would ever have that they’ve not got.
True happiness – contented mind, sufficient near at hand will find.
Absorbing interests lie all around, will by observant mind be found,
Create something however small, there lies the truest joy of all.
When brain and hand together strive, real happiness becomes alive.
In the pursuit, the pleasure lies, the how and wherefore to devise.
Though vision dreamed will far excel, the work achieved, yet it is well.
To have attempted is not in vain as failure urges one on again.
Great craftsmanship, asked once to decide, which is the greatest work, replied
Simply with these two words “My next”. For “ever better” was his text.
This perfectly sums up my thinking