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By Jack Joseph Smith

— eat Bf - 65 My Sorr My son, young and unbent; has a trade proud and tooled from his Grandfather's garage,. nuts and bolts There at the beginning, toward his vision, grass roots My son has a craft, hnorred hard up to the top His hands placed and pkaned and paced His fingers on the machine and the dream Down there with his fists in the grit, since he was six 4 VL There was the kick ball over the steel rod, set across the limbs of the pine trees He did that well, though he was after something else

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"My Son" praises a boy shaped by his grandfather's garage, early grit, and machine-work, while insisting that the craft he mastered never fully contained his deeper aim.

Grandfather's garage is the source of both lineage and method, turning nuts, bolts, and machine-work into a family inheritance the son wears in his hands. The page keeps returning to bodily knowledge, with placed, planed, paced fingers and fists in the grit, so skill reads as lived discipline rather than talent. The closing claim that he was after something else keeps the tribute from settling into simple trade pride.

Claude

'My Son' opens the son-and-bicycle sequence. The trade tooled from Grandfather's garage, nuts and bolts and grass roots; kick-ball over steel rod set across pine limbs; the son was always after something else.