Step back in time to long ago,
when trees were harvested from shore to shore;
Horses were still used to haul the load,
of logs along the old plank road . . .
Wood was hand-hewn with love and care,
to build a home for D.D.'s love, Elizabeth, his dear;
Lumber used way back then,
reclaimed and made use of once again . . .
Step forward, now . . . to present day,
and admire skills that are never passe;
This fellow's name is John Galvin,
a member and contractor of the Friends commune . . .
A shelf he made from that wood so old,
to display smalls, considered 1840's gold;
Do you see how cleverly done,
this shelf is in our humble kitchen? . . .
Look closely now, as John did, too,
the shelf placed perfectly aligned, and not askew;
Right under the wall sconce snug and tight,
it appears to sit on the shelf ~ our lamp of light . . .
Grateful and thankful we are and continue to be,
for John completed this before the Lighting of the Christmas tree;
Because of him we now have a very special space,
to display the treasures that tell the story of this historical place.
What have we here? Do you see?
John has a helper, glory be . . .
This little guy makes his rounds,
never know on whose shoulder he can be found!