Frank Colson on sat 23 dec 06
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From: "Frank Colson"
To: "Clayart"
Sent: Saturday, December 24, 2006 6:40 PM
Subject: ****THE NIGHT OF THE FIRING*****
> 'Tas the night of the firing, and out in the shop,
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> I'd used up my glazes down to the last drop
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> Kiln wash was brushed on the shelves with care
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> In hopes that the Propane Man soon would be there
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> Glazed pots were placed atop the kiln shelves
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> Cones Five, Nine, and Ten stood erect by themselves.
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> The burners were cleaned, all ready to light.
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> Stars would be guarding these pots through the night.
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> Then out on the drive the roar of a truck
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> I quick closed the kiln, and smiled at my luck
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> The jolly fat driver connected my tank.
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> Then filled it with propane, which smelled pretty rank.
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> He dashed down the road, what excitement I felt,
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> I thought of those glazes all starting to melt.
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> Pottery sugarplums danced in my head.
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> Temmoku, Celadon, San de Bouf Red
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> I turned on the burners. and tossed in a match
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> Three months of pottery, ready to hatch!
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> FRANK COLSON
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