He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a Soldier—
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end.
He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
I don't know who wrote this poem, so I can't give credit right now. As soon as I find out though, I'll post it here.
I just finished a custom order for a pair of fine silver palm tree earrings. They are large and thick, by request. At first, I thought that would make it an easier job, as far as forming and sanding goes...but oh boy was I wrong! It's funny, some of my more difficult jobs are the ones that I think will be simple or easy.
There are almost 16 grams of clay in each earring. I thought that might make them to heavy, but the lady I made them for tried one on before I finished, and they're fine. Here's what they look like:
And here's a photo of them with a ruler to show size context:
I wanted them to have a mirror finish. Oh my, the sanding and polishing that required! Also, the top of the palm trees are not attached to the frame. This gave me some concern because fine silver is softer than sterling silver. But, they are pretty thick and I tumbled the daylights out of them to further work harden them.
In the end, I'm happy with them, and so is my customer!
Not much to talk about today. I've been really busy with custom orders in my local area lately. Today, I was going through some of my inventory and decided to do some cleaning and organizing of my fine silver jewelry items. I ended up with a big pile all together, so I decided to take a photo. Now, if I could just get them all individually photographed, and get the ones that aren't already listed uploaded to ny Art Fire shop or my Etsy shop, I'd be real happy. It's a joy to create, but it's such a chore to get it in the shop...I wonder how many other online sellers out there feel the same way.