The Discovery Islands Collection

Along the Eastern shore of the discovery passage Quadra waits patiently

High on sea cliffs, curious characters perch spaciously

Further north on a wind scoured beach

Sonora gathers herself as the storm retreats

A ways to the west in a Pine Bog nest

Quadra and Cortes stop for a rest

Above the forest floor, happy as can be

Read gathers plants

Gifts to help us see

I Agree with the tree that grows Audaciously

Gary the oak chair Sits by the sea

Creek, Crack, Pop, Cordero shouts “Stop!”

There are details in wood that will stir the workshop

It begins with the winds that sculpt the trees

A forest of design to put our eyes at ease

“Where do we start?” Quadra asks with a shiver in his knee

“I’m fearful of this pace, it seems the world is racing ahead of me”

If we do not listen, if we act hastily

We may not understand craft, we may not see the charm in old Cabinetry

Wood is alive, it calls our respect

The life of a tree is an inspiring subject!

We’ll sharpen our chisels, We’ll curve the hand plane

We’ll follow the message written in grain

We’ll dig for the pieces that suspend in a plank

We’ll join them together with Swiftness and Swank

A composition floats in space between Limbs

In the soul of a tree the mind swims

Diversity is precious, we must not become streamlined

What will they find in the strata of this time?