Garage SymphonyA Poem by R. S. MorrisWorking sounds of the tools. Some think it's just noise. Screaming of a high speed grinder. Thankfully noise, my neighbor enjoys. Tool sounds become memories. Each one, its own garage tone. Sounds of building something new. From childhood to fully grown. Finest sound of the morning. E-note of an opening garage door. Awaiting the tunes of the new day. Started with a toolbox sliding drawer. Instruments in a symphony hall. A ratchet to give directions. Crack of a hammer, scrapping of sanding. A mechanic directs his musical sections. Garage door is the opening sonata. Gathering tools the slow adagio. Parts in the vice the scherzo. The 4th is the welding rondo. Most don't get it or understand. The noise is irritating and loud. They just want it to be quiet. They think it should not be allowed. Whooshing of an English wheel. Frying bacon of welding alloys. A bevel file sliding off corners. A symphony of classical garage noise. R. S. Morris
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