   This poem is dedicated to my Dad. As he sits at work, drinking his coffee He wishes he was in his shop, turning wood If not turning something, then carving a tree All he wants, is to create things with wood After work, he disappears into his shop Hours later, he comes back with a new piece He shows his family Their jaws drop His creation is beautiful, they're speechless Time for rest as the kids say, Goodnight Dad He doesn't want to sleep Although he should Too tired to work anymore He's almost sad But Tomorrow is Saturday, a full day with wood Copyright �2004 Ashley  To make any comments about this poem, please contact the author.   1. Location: Orlando, Florida 2. Age/Sex: 16, Female 3. How long have you been writing poetry? I've been writing since I was about 12 but I just recently decided to try poetry. So I've been writing poetry for almost 4 months now. 4. What inspired you to first start writing poetry? A song. 5. Comments about this poem: My Dad really does do wood working, so he was the inspiration for this poem. 6. Have you had any professional work or have had any poetry published? I have had this poem published. It's being published by poetry.com and the book will come out next year.  
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