Captain Chesapeake became quite teary eyed after Tim recited this moving poem. It was a touching and lovely way to start our work on Day 3.
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful cuts are done,
The wood has weather’d every nail, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of glue,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Exhausted from plans so true.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This fishing rod so tall
It is some dream that on the deck,
the crabs and fishy fall.
My Captain does not answer, his furrowed brow is still,
He cannot see the plans anymore, he has no strength nor will,
The boat parts are safe and sound, the major cuts are done,
From fearful assembly, butt blocks join, the transom cuts are won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Leave the barn my Captain leads,
Another day to bed.
Tim is the epitomy of safety. He did forget his titanium suit.
Tim and Tony were in charge of screwing butt joints. Not much more to be said but Dave and I stayed far away.
Dave spent much of the night gluing the joints.
There was not a dry eye in the barn
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