Showing posts with label tables. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tables. Show all posts

Friday, December 13, 2019

Ode to The Table or I Like Tables...


Last week my brother-in-law who is a table-maker offered me a sweet deal.
A pick-up load of wood-pieces (left after tables are cut out) 
 for an I Like Tables Poem for his Staff Christmas Banquet last night...
And since there is no What's for-supper post to share because I was not home last night
I took a few pics of tables around our house
because tables hold a lot more than just supper...

Kitchen Table...
often heaped with projects in progress

Front entrance table holds 'warm welcome' arrangements

Dining Room table hosts hobbies as well as dinners
 End table...



Ode to the Table or I like Tables

I like tables, they make my heart sing
A table can be used for almost anything
So I’d say an ode to The Table is due
A tip o’ the hat to tables, black, brown and blue
White tables, green tables, espresso or pink
Tables are great in any colour, I think
Ebony, ivory, distressed wood or gold
Stable tables brand new, tables wobbly and old
I like tables

End tables, coffee tables, console tables, oh
Accent tables, night tables, table for the patio
Side table, foyer tables, and drum tables are nice
And a good kitchen table, worth every penny of the price
Drink-tables, work-tables, nesting-tables and such
Dining room tables please me ever so much
Conference-card-ping-pong tables all thrill me lots
Office tables, picnic tables, and tables for tots
I like tables

Industrial tables, farmhouse tables, tables shabby-chic
Scandinavian, Mid-century, modern or antique
Wood veneer, laminate, marble, metal, glass
And my personal favourite, solid wood of course
Sofa tables, times tables (oops, wrong category)
I like tables that hold many an olden story
I like small tables, tall tables to set by a door
And tables that always have room for one more
I like tables

Whether they are dressed in fine runners of silk
Or blessed with the mess of cookie crumbs and spilled milk
Whether set neatly; plate, cup, fork, spoon and knife
Or covered with clutter of everyday life
Whether they are smudged by little fingers or nose
Or polished so shiny every speck of dust shows
Whether they are freshly finished or weathered
Tables gather families and friends together
Oh, I like tables

Round tables, square tables, oval, hexagon
Rectangle tables that can stretch on and on
Tables for serious talks or celebration
There is a table for every (kind of) occasion
Tables for simple fare like bread, jam and tea
Or laden with food prepared for company
Tables where doctors say ‘you can hop up here’
Tables to pull closer to one aged and dear
I like table

(if it gets too long this verse is optional)

Tables are a little like (some) people we meet
Some sound and solid, some flimsy and weak
Tables also come in sundry shapes and sizes
They hold the predictable and grand surprises
They hold homework that births both groan and hurrah
And babies that bring out our best ooh and a-ah
They hold many memories of moments so dear
Oh, tables are so much more than they first appear
I like tables

I like tables where chatter and glad laughter bubbles
Where we gather to ponder challenges and troubles
Tables for fellowship, courtship, playing games
Or counsel when someone slips (let’s not mention names)
Tables for banquets, family altars, flower-bouquets
Tables are handy in all manner of ways
A place to pour bushels of freshly-picked beans
A place to share God’s Word, prayer, hopes and dreams
And no matter what makes other furniture ‘staples’
None of them equals the versatility of tables
Therefore, I like tables, they make my heart sing
And make most meals feel like a prize fit for a king
I like tables, oh, yes I do
And I hope, after hearing this poem
You like them too

© Janet Martin

...and the best part of this story...in the morning while splitting wood for kindling
and eyeing a quickly dwindling wood-pile I had prayed
'Oh Lord, help me find a way to get more wood'
and lo, a few hours later this 'bargain'
Thank-you God!
I can breathe easy as I attack the wood-pile!