Library cabinet reveals message from builder Bob Boardman

By Robin Dudley of the Leader
Posted 7/14/15

Tucked into an alcove in the entryway at the Port Townsend Public Library is a slim cabinet, with tall front legs carved in the shape of a pen, on the left, and a pencil, on the right, with a curving …

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Library cabinet reveals message from builder Bob Boardman

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Tucked into an alcove in the entryway at the Port Townsend Public Library is a slim cabinet, with tall front legs carved in the shape of a pen, on the left, and a pencil, on the right, with a curving line issuing from its ebony "tip."

It's a poetry display case. There are currently seven poems behind the glass face, lit from within by an unseen electric bulb, letterpress-printed by North Press.

"It's always going to be a venue for local writers and poets. That's what the case was created for," said Keith Darrock, the facility's technical services librarian.

Bob Boardman, a woodworker, musician, writer and nurse, built the case for the library in 1991, on behalf of the Port Townsend Arts Commission. A former Jefferson County resident, Boardman was a Clallam County resident when he died in October 2010 after he was attacked and gored by a mountain goat in Olympic National Park.

When Darrock and volunteer contractor Ian Keith moved the poetry case during the recent library renovation, they discovered some writing on the back – an inscription scrawled in pencil by Boardman.

It reads, "This cabinet was built by Bob Boardman for the Port Townsend Arts Commission to display poetry – It will be installed at the Library tomorrow April 1, 1991 – since this is both spring and a time of intense change for our town I thought I'd put a favorite poem here – a time capsule of sorts."

The poem he transcribed onto the wood is "A Litany for the Trees" by James Broughton, a poet and filmmaker who died in Port Townsend in 1999. This is what Boardman's pencil wrote:

"Hearken, all saplings of arboreal bloom

who aim to grow upright crowned with green.

Sing this credo to the shriek of the chainsaw.

Sing this credo to the wind and the rain.

I believe in and I stand up for

the knotty roots of nature

the tangled stems of truth

the intricate branches of wisdom

the boundless leaves of time

the reckless seeds of creation

and the flowering resurrections of the spring.

Sing this credo to the shriek of the chainsaw.

Sing this credo till the day the sap dies.

– James Broughton"