Regrettably, some folks may muse
That clocks are just for us to use, That they are just for telling time, - At least until they hear them chime - Then harmonic sounds burst forth That emphasize their greater worth. Those chimes from great church towers ring, Or from the bedside tables ding, As clocks express their inner soul, And for the great events do toll, To start and end the quite precisely, As "One second late!" declares concisely. But clocks with other awesome traits, Engender love...and even hate. The "tick-tock clocks" call back a kind, Of owner-driven key to wind, Faithfully at end-of-week, They just quit without a peep! The metronome-like beat conjures, Up scenes in comfy easy chairs, Besides a roaring winter fire, When friends and family conspire, With afternoons of napping blisses, Or gentle, loving, hugs and kisses. Clock cases tell yet other stories, Of old Victorian styles and glories, Of early U.S. cabinet makers, And even early, eastern Shakers. Their art encased mysterious gears, With hour-minute-second years. The "hate" I said which clocks engender, Is ending family fun and tender, Peaceful contemplation, To call to heavy obligation. We loathe the message most of all "The clock up the wall has called..." But every human "timepiece winder," Must contemplate the keen reminder. Our most complex of time machines, Are "grade-school stuff" to grander schemes From which galactic "clocks" arise, From The Great Clockmaker in the skies. 2015, Larry W. Poland Permission to use granted to Jimmy's Alpine Clocks, Riverside California. |
Jimmy SirimanothamMaster Clocksmith • Grandfather Clocks
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