When ordinary things come into being fine and delicate, people no longer treat it as what it was built for. The poem "Relics" by Peter Cole explains how he feels about a war canoe made by his grandfather that hangs on a museum's wall. In the first stanza, the speaker explains about a war canoe, "I feel the lines of its hull with my fingertips stroke its ribs" (L. 2-5). The speaker can sense and observe the every part of the canoe by touching it from the lines of its hull to the interior. the speaker's shows astonishment of his grandfather transforming a tree into a war canoe with such fine details by saying "I look in awe, Grandfather, at this tree you have transformed transfigured from art of nature to art of mind formation body formulation"
