FROM YOUR HANDS TO MINE




		When I work with wood, it takes me back in time;
		When I learned from a man such skill so fine.
		He may not know it but he taught me a lot,
		Like not to let that saw blade get too hot.

		The way I wear my pencil in my cap, 
		So when I need it I know where it's at.
		I can draw a line with a pencil at the end of the tape;
		From this end to that end, it will still be straight.

		I know how to hold my finger 
		Against the edge of the skill saw
		And the edge of the board,
		To rip a narrow piece I either need or discard.
	
		I know to sand with the grain 
		And keep the glue off the wood.
		Which way does the bow go?
		Just like you taught me Dad, Up like it should.

		I know the difference between 3/8 and 1/2 inch,
		And how to apply sealer and get a very nice finish.
		You've taught me a lot Dad and these are just a few
		Of the many things that remind me of you.

							I Love You Dad
							Robert