"The WESTERN POTTER" NO, 11. January, 1968,

EDITORIAL

Now and then, during a busy life, one encounters cause for
pleasant reflection about one's avocation. Such thoughts arose upon
the receipt of a letter from Ruth Meechan. It read: "I am enclosing
a poem that was written especially for me as a birthday present by
our Haney poet, Alan Woodland, and I would like to share it with my
fellow potters,"

This is indeed a wonderful birthday present, and I, for one, am
thankful for the sharing of it.

FOTTER

After the spinning
and the first fire,
time

and decay,

ice and air

made clay

that lay

through a million years,
waiting

to move,

to spin,

to live,

to be born again

in the tender universe
of your hands.

... Alan Woodland