Ode to the Craftsmen on My Father’s Farm


In my hometown Nors
the master bricklayer,
J. P. Jacobsen could transform
a pallet of bricks into solid walls.

He used every brick in his work,
the cement was the mystery
which bound the bricks together.

With his solder stick
he measured straight lines.
A good craftsman had
to build the house calmly after the master plan,
he said to me.

Afterwards, Ringo – the carpenter raised the roof.
My family invented his nickname Ringo Star
because his hammer always
followed the beat of the music in the local radio.

Ringo Star came blasting in his van
into the farmyard of our farm,
jumped out and found his tools.
He climbed up on the roof and transformed the entire
building into a concert hall.

You could not exactly dance
downstairs on the floor
when Ringo Star represented
a loud playing one-man band on the roof.
That would be a shame to say.

Yet his saw
was a kind of violin and the drill
a refined audiomachine.


  1. Yeah.i am feeling like you because here we are constructing our home.wonderful discription of lingo n jakobson.they are seem as God when He creats n constructs the world.right?dear!!


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