Category Archives: Tradesmen

In the Dentist’s Chair

In the Dentist’s Chair

By David Smith August 15, 2017

 

Little tiny circles, little smiles that spin

All set to dimensions, for perfectness within

A round robin of an X-ray, that’s so smooth and beeps

Like being there on Star Trek, kind of gives me the creeps

 

And individual pictures, O to look within

Sitting in a dentist’s chair

Let the dental visit begin

It is worth the wait; a fresh mouth to feel.

Confidence to take a bite, the flavour that is real.

 

Equipment in a dentist’s office is fascinating to see

Trays and rack, with eyes, little lights that be

Pictures of the teeth, like skyscrapers, on the wall

Toronto with a bite, and Lake Ontario left in awe

It is more than picky teeth, just to look around

Care in dental hygiene, security I have found

 

Famous Writers and Tools of the Trade

Famous Writers and Tools of the Trade

By David Smith July 16, 2017

 

Famous writers, their typewriters, in demand

It’s not the typewriter, it’s ideas that stand

Whether an Underwood or Remington or Olivetti around
It’s the tool of the trade where marketers abound

 

Not because of their pen or the brand of the ink

The passion for writing, to express and to think

The tool is not the skill, it’s from the author’s hand

The ideas, the circumstances, to document in this land

 

Excited by life, to treasure each thought

Capture ideas with suitable tools that we got

It does not matter, about a brand or a name

When writers become famous, their tools become fame

 

The freedom to think and document a thought

Daydreaming comes alive the power it brought

Writing tools become famous, because of the writer’s flair

The writer, not the typewriter, the value to share

 

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.

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

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

Observations at a Construction Site

Observation at a Construction Site

Weekend of Dec 4, 2016

By David Smith December 5, 2016

They’re building walls and structures like a jail

To control the dust, the noise and the gale

Framework and curtains to tear down the walls

A dirty job; the tradesmen have balls

Cutting through chip rock and the mess to come

Preparing demolition, construction has begun

Preventive medicine, the tradesmen work away

The heartbeat of the office to function on the work day

Nights and weekends behind the public scene

That is the think-tank, what the tradesmen mean

Calloused hands and feet, as hammers and ladders play

Fear of heights does not get in the way

Aged and persevere as they plod along

The youth of today have a different song

They are building walls and structure on a temporary course

For a strong city hall to withstand the force

A light beam!

Not just a beam, but a beam of light

That cuts through the darkness and bounces so bright

Reflects off the walls, and ceiling and floor

Acts as straight edge with precision to adore

Masking tape follows the beam

The foundation for structure as framework is seen

As tradesmen come in and hone their skills

A joy to sit back, my greatest thrill

Technology comes alive to keep everything plumb

Teamwork and togetherness greater than its sum

Swinging up the drywall to attached to the frame

Measuring and cutting for the tight fit to gain

Tradesmen are nimble, time on their knees

Cutting and measuring as life is a breeze

Swinging up the dry wall and pivoting in place

Like a ballet with finesse and accuracy and grace

That sheet of dry wall moved in and out of place

Finally accepted, as a tailor would face

The drills and the noise where everything is square

And talk of a shoe- horn for a quick slip to compare

The bang of a hammer, the drill with a beat

Moving the ladders challenges to meet

Tradesmen work hard in elements of weather

Even in buildings close quarters come together

Admiring architecture and structures around

Precision accuracy, tradesmen are found

What is this?

A little scrap of steel like a gas pedal that I see

It has got a little groove and it puzzles me

Fits over top the boot, and the groove has a place

Holding up the chip rock to slide into space

All done with leverage, and what it’s telling me

Placing heavy objects with maximum efficiency

All these little gadgets have a special place

All the skilled tradesmen, technology they face

Way up high

The strain of the ladder against the weight

As chip rock is supported and it fits great

The screw nails drill in with an irritating hum

Onto the next section as production starts to come

As each section is completed the atmosphere does change

The room closing in, the walls are to gain

What a different view from the morning that we saw

Framework filling in as tape covers up the flaw

That’s my report from the weekend we see

What hard work and preparation is telling me