Replacement of Windows

Window Exchange

By David Smith April 1, 2017

Prying slats off the overhang with sledge and crow bar

Up on the scaffold, enthusiasm goes far

Frame work and tubing and contractors arrive

City hall is buzzing like a little bee hive

Discussions and planning, imaginary pictures in place

Waiting for the practical

The real work that they face

Framing and windows, a pleasure to see

Each job is unique how it fascinates me

The mortar is flying, a straight edge between bricks

A cloud of dust, for the windows to fix

Part of dismantling, how windows come out

The framework and panes

What replacement is about

Slicing away the panes with exactor knives in use

Pulling out the windows with minimal abuse

The tap of a hammer, the chiselling begins

It’s all the teamwork where production enters in

It is a treat to see how the scaffold is placed

Adjusted for security, as safety is faced

The silhouette in the window prying off the frame

The sound of a drill, like dental cleaning, the refrain

The tap of a hammer like wood pecker’ s around

The vibes of a saw as a symphony of sounds

All that framing to keep windows set

Now they’re removed for the panes to get

Welding outside and reflection off the ceiling

Those interesting details I find appealing

Suction cups grab and the window is gone

Cold air comes in, and new light that is shone

Atmosphere is chilling, air compressors on hum

The sights and sounds, where enthusiasm comes from

A beautiful design, as sparks fly from the saw

Like a jet stream as stars as the Milky Way, is in aha

A powerful thrust as a long stream as it flows

In front of the saw up high as it goes

What an odour as steel is melted down

The beautiful sparks where a master piece is found

The saw has a beat as it rotates and it spins

Cuts through the bricks and that sharp piercing with in

It has a rhythm and a hypnotic tone

That plays while it cuts and an unpleasant moan

An atmosphere of construction as it buzzes along

That rhythmatic beat as it sings a new song

It depends on the wheel and the softness of the brick

That sets the tune as sharps and flats do the trick

Music in the air and the sounds of the season

And the grinder throws the sparks

And construction is the reason

The saw has a beat and cuts a mean edge

Music with the hammer and the chisel and sledge

The harmony of togetherness as windows are changed

Unique skills of people

Fill in the range

That s what s observed at city hall this day

Replacement of windows as transparency is the way

The red rusty dust as it rises from the wall

The grinder shaves the bricks for the fitness over all

The steel beam has to fit for the windows to take hold

Tradesmen work courageously as their story is told

Up on the scaffold and a gene helps lift that beam

Where size is a help to fit in the groove so keen

It’s all in the workmanship that heavy materiel too

Making every movement count

As precision is added through

Seeing the dust rise from the wall

Think of the discipline to prevent a fall

It looks like a peacock in the darkest of night

As the sparks were flying so full and so bright

Very decorative, the night sky and the glow

Work after dark, the shadows to know

Reaction time slower; the timing is off

Its security of the building, workmanship is on top

They work like miners with lights on their heads

And through the dark evening a hard time to tread

Windows fit the frame and the building secure

Vacuum and cleanup, patience to endure

The Fire Alarm Test

The Fire Alarm Test

By David Smith March 11, 2017

 

Like a metronome, as the fire alarm beats away;

Checking the decibels on this fine day;

That irritating beat from floor to floor;

That piercing sound, What a chore!

Engineering intelligence, for what is worth;

Documenting sound, like a cry at birth;

It’s only a test, there appears no end;

That distressful sound, a message to send;

Checking the volume when it’s quiet and on high

A study in irritation,

The alarm with a cry;

It is only a test of the fire alarm

That constant rhythm may cause a lot of harm;

If smoke won’t get you, the fire alarm will;

To ignore the beat, a death defying thrill.

Steam and Technology Museum

Steam and Technology Museum

Hamilton’s First Pumphouse

by David Smith February 22, 20 17

 

The turbulent power of boiling water and steam

To harness that energy where technology is keen

What a visit on a Tuesday afternoon

Where pressure is an asset as a steam engine is well tuned

 

O to see a piston as it’s pushed against the force

Valves and vents are open as pumping takes its course

A camshaft like a circle that is a bit off round

It opens and closes valves as pressure is lost and found

 

As the valves open and close, the piston is push and pull

The maximum efficiency, as chambers get their full

The little toy steam engine where the principle is always the same

Compressed air was used to make simplicity to our gain

 

O it was remarkable, those steam engines of old

A huge gigantic engine, Living history that is told

Pumping water from Lake Ontario to Hamilton to drink

Pipes berried underground, being practical was how to think

It is remarkable, developing technology from scratch

Now it’s integrated circuits and how much RAM they can match

 

Basic Skills with pen and paper, and mechanical precision too

Understanding basic Math where technology is true

Physics and geometry have a special place

Learning from life’s history

Overcoming challenges we can face

The Steam and Technology Museum, A slice of life to learn

To enrich our future, Now it is our turn.

 

An Underwood Speed Test

An Underwood Speed Test

By David Smith February 20, 2017

 

A Nineteen-eleven Underwood Five

Sounds like a rain storm as it comes alive

The pounding of the keys,

and slugs splatting on the page

Sounds like the rain as the typist comes of age

A five minute speed test; Hear that slap of each key

As the sounds flow together in complete harmony

 

It’s emotional to hear those keys strike the paper

All that enthusiasm, the skill we can savour

It is a speed test, those slugs strike hard

From the text, to the eye, to the key board there is a charge

There’s always the rhythm, the cadence, and step

An Underwood Five that loud pounding we get

 

The noise is unique, power in the typing word

Each letter is snapped and can be well heard

It sounds like a rainstorm, that pitter-patter of thought

To monitor a speed test

The satisfaction that it brought

A Nineteen-eleven Underwood Five

History back to life, being mechanical can thrive

A Tribute to the Plumber

A Tribute to the Plumber

By David Smith February 11, 2017

 

The plumber as he plugs away,

Removes the urinal like its child’s play

Up and down the ladder has a use

The water reservoir, a chore to get it loose

Soldering joints and elbows and such

Chips at a wall making noise and dust

It’s the continual flush that makes water waste

To keep control, new urinals in place

It’s the appreciation of the work involved

Behind the scenes and problem solved

The plumber as he plugs away

That confident flush makes the day

 

Vibes of destruction

The rev of an engine, the vibrations in full

Sounds of a drill, like a dentist got pull

Cutting the tile, not an easy task

To labour properly he wears a mask

 

The unpleasant sound and an awkward weight

The task to bale to not be late

The rev on an engine fascinates me

Production, determination, and enthusiasm that be

 

The high pitched squeal and a low earthquake sound

Vibrations hum from all around

A continual hum, and you know there is an end

Like a dentist’s chair with a message to send

The rev of an engine, the vibration has meaning

It’s all in production from what I’ve been seeing

The air is thick, the dust has to land

The plumber can sigh and take a proud stand

Inspired by Metropolitan Fountain Pen

Inspired by Metropolitan Fountain Pen

By David Smith January 1, 2016

 

A Metropolitan Fountain pen I hold in my hand

Learning how to write, with a creative stand

To form the words with the alphabet, we see

Pass it on to children, with great, possibility

Back to basic writing to let the ink flow

From the glass bottle to the lined paper, the mechanics to get to know

Study each letter and how it is shaped

Yet, know the thought patterns, as it flows so great

A true art to write as words flow on the page

Developing a story, as phrases form on each stage

Words, to sentences, to paragraphs, no doubt

The art of writing, a skill throughout

To pass on to grandchildren, that is my dream

Developing skills, to teach it, I mean

Get back to basics with “A” “B” and “C”

Write it with flair, the possibility
What a joy! Thoughts as they flow

Loading a pen, basic mechanics to know

The ink, from the bottle, and out though the pen

Document your life, what a message to send

A fountain pen flowing with ink and thought

Imagination, to capture a lot

What a Back Stitch

What a Back Stitch

(Inspired by visit to Fabricland Welland)

By David Smith December 9, 2016

 

 

At Fabricland, four spools of thread

Where sewing by hand, is tedious, we dread

Back stitching and front stitching, any way to seam

When it’s inside out, it is obvious. The stitch from the sewing machine

 

That is the purpose, threads will not come undone

The way it is woven, like a spider’s web is spun

The thrill of design, the workmanship of the spools

It’s the precision, the mechanical parts, I find so cool

 

The needle on an angle like a wolf’s set of teeth

To bite into the fabric, and tie it, so neat

That’s what’s observed, the design of the seam

It is unique, on the four-spooled sewing machine

 

What excitement! How modern day sewing machines advance

My great-grandmother’s old Singer she would pedal and prance

Thanks be to a salesperson to take the time to explain

The advancement in sewing is to our gain