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The Woods of Paisley Brand
Contributed by
newewe
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Thursday, 24th March 2005 @ 08:13:57 PM in AEST
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The Woods of Paisley Brand
The artisan trod on a warm spring day
To the woods of Paisley Brand
Forest dark and filled with fear
These frightened not the child with goal
This be the tale of Paisley Brand
A sprightly lass in early teens
Of flowering time in her maiden years
Oh, yes the fate of Paisley Brand
She traveled deep into the woods
To search for mistletoe to woo a lad
Her trail was lost and she be too
Her pixie ways to never see again
This darling girl, sweet Paisley Brand
The woods were searched for days on end
Neither sight nor scent of our dulcet child
Whence came the name these woods so dark
And of the girl who tarried there
For the girl who loved a lad and mistletoe
So be the mark for Paisley brand
The artisan traveled deep into the woods
These woods named Paisley Brand
He was in search of the perfect tree
Tall and straight rich with age
Whence finally he found that stalwart tree
A maple full few limbs or bough
With axe in hand and cross-buck saw
He cut and swung with all his might
The tree did bend and finally fall
He chose the finest parts
The parts and turns of knots be none
He pitched the log upon his cart
Then in haste he made for town at dusk
When arriving at his little shop
With a masters touch and artists eye
He sat and admired with delicate stroke
He touched and felt her every curve
For days the log sat in repose
Awaiting the cut and swirl of tool
He waited until the time was right
For age, and water to disperse
Then with ample thrust
And marksmans aim
Did split the log at proper turn
A crack and split she opened up
The diamond cutters eye was correct
This maple opened her heart and soul
The maple from Paisley Brand
Another crack another split
Soon the pieces were all in place
He laid them out in there time of task
First the seat of rive and dowel
Glued and sanded to satin sheen
The legs of vertical grain
Perfect, straight, and true
Each one a clone upon the next
For days and nights the task went on
The curve of rails to steam and bend
This took thrice week
And even then so long to dry
Now with oil and softest cloth
To polish, wait and or again
At last, she stood with prideful eye
This chair of love and stories too
To know his work did truly stand
With honor to the woods of Paisley Brand
Sir Byron Scott arrived that day
To relieve of the artisan his commissioned piece
As the chair, which rocked, did leave his door
A fond farewell to a cherished task
Sir Scott did love his newest chair
He would rock for hours the nights and days
With pipe in hand and book open wide
Reading the tale of Paisley Brand
He passed away in his rocking chair
With book in hand and pipe awry
Good night my Paisley Brand
The chair was sold when her Lady Scott did pass away
The chair and its sheen from Sir Byron Scott
As well the artisans oil and cloth
Mr. Farnsworth admired and cared for the chair
As well, he should this chair in its grace
From all that he has heard and known
So it sits in his study a place by itself
For the grandeur and style
Have not lost there charm
For years it has staid and been in this home
Not tarnished or marred but simply to be
His evenings spent with fire and logs
Toddy with cream and bride at his side
A stately place for Paisley Brand
While the chair told it tale of life and dreams
The dreams of those who have sat
The dreams of those with another on mind
Or perhaps of a youth not spent in best way
But the ages and parlors who have seen
Would be all but displeased at its new berth
Relinquished to an attic with webs and dust
For years sight unseen midst clutter and garb
Till one day a young lass curious and nave
Did visit this attic of relics and charms
There in the corner so all forlorn
Sat the chair of a past in hopes be reborn
She gathered it up and lit down the stair
To the parlor in glee
With cloth and oil she polished and shined
Till the impressions of age shone once again
Sir Scotts hind parts
Mr. Farnsworths own too
And she wondered the tales of its travels and woes
Her studies and questions led back to the time
When a craftsman gone by
Did journey the woods of Paisley Brand
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Re: The Woods of Paisley Brand
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by quill_and_ink on
Thursday, 24th March 2005 @ 10:23:31 PM AEST
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What a very curious and interesting poem. It makes me wonder what has led you to write it. Was this based on a story you have heard? Or is it entirely your creation? If so, well done! Its wonderfully written, although i do admit it was a bit long for me (but that my fault because i am too lazy sometimes). You said this tale is a continuation...what is it continuing on from? I would like to read that as well.
Great write! Keep it up! |
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Re: The Woods of Paisley Brand
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by newewe on
Saturday, 26th March 2005 @ 05:48:23 PM AEST
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| I thank you for your inquisitiveness and wonder of the story. I cannnot explain that of which is conjured up within my own mind. I could not fall asleep at 5:30 in the morning and it cvame into my head and as I laid there with my head on my pillow I wrote about 8 linee. I decided to get up and finish the story. I put Bach's Brandenburg concertos on my "boom box" and started to write and the consequence is the story. I have a propensity for the eighteen hundreds, and earlier, and I suppose this is my personal disdain for our present world, which I canot avoid. The story as I said is just here from my mind. I am glad you enjoyed.....................thank you again...................douglas neil |
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Re: The Woods of Paisley Brand
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 4th April 2005 @ 06:47:42 AM AEST
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The woods of Paisley Brand? Entrancing tale, Douglas. I'm particularly enamoured by the legacy that built up here.
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Re: The Woods of Paisley Brand
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by hardrocker15198916 on
Saturday, 30th July 2005 @ 03:07:12 PM AEST
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wow
that is the longest poem i have ever read
that was exilerating
awesome work
that was one of the absolute best i have ever read
-->Rae |
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