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Bradley
 



One of nature's golden, empty-headed,
generous-natured boys;
no academic, Bradley
but he made the greatest wooden toys.

An exception in remedials,
more for the simple fact
that he played the fool for nobody
and naivety was not an act.

Of modest means was Bradley
and he loved to work with wood;
he would spend time in the workshop
any moment that he could.

I purchased from him lovely gifts
not painted colours bright
but polished so the lovely grain
turned warm tones to the light.

A sturdy train with a caboose,
a cabin with a guard;
on the engine a hand-carved cow-catcher
and the finish…good and hard.



A sit-on truck of building blocks,
just right for someone two.
I remember when Nathan received it,
how they sparkled, those eyes of blue.

Brad even stitched all the bedding
on the cradle he made for my Gabi;
smooth as silk his wood-work...
nothing he made was shabby.

Any profit Bradley made from toys,
he would fuel-up his Dad's car.
On week-ends Brad played ice-hockey
and the drive was very far.

I had an email yesterday,
Bradley is doing very well;
for a lad who was barely literate
…he has his house and business as well.

The toys became his business,
he is married with two small boys.
I imagine that come Christmas morning,
they will have the most marvellous toys.



Potpourri...two...wooden...toys

By cherryk

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