Artwork by Chuck Schenk

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It's where he does his thinking
And spins a dream or two
A place to do some tinkering
Or think up something new

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It's full of things for fixing
Or a part for this or that
It's wonderfully unorganized
There's a box of dusty maps

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A postcard from a wartime friend
Is tacked up on the board
A place he'd like to see again
In a dirty old brochure

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Some tools he uses now and then
Are in a rusty box
He has a cabinet full of things
Secured with an old, old lock

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The window isn't very clean
But it lets the sunshine in
And he has a view of the path outside
Where he just might see a friend

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It smells of wood and memories
That comfort him a lot
His glory days and bygone friends
Are never far from thought

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A bare lightbulb glows in the night
When restlessness sets in
But it's quite alright, he feels good here
This one place belongs to him

Karen Shaw Matteson
2002



I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.
We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men
than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is
always alone, let him be where he will.

~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden

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