Written by Robbie Smith
See them on the water –
Out there in the harbour –
The colours of their feathers softly gleam;
See their lifelike features –
Crafted by the carver
With some wood and some paint and a dream…
And though the carver’s hands are sore and rough with aging,
Oh, the shavings curl so smoothly from the blade,
And will his skills be passed along or will they be forgotten –
When that last fine carving is made?
See them on the water –
See the floating sculptures –
The eiders and the bluebills and the teal;
See their lifelike features –
Crafted by the carver –
You could almost swear that they were real…
And when his works are done and placed beside the others,
Oh, the price is marked, but who’s to know his name?
Maybe they’ll be swept away – drifting to an unfamiliar shore
For someone else to claim.
See them on the water –
See the foating sculptures –
You could almost swear that they were real…
Yes, you could almost swear that they were real.