HUGH
08-08-2014, 02:56 PM
Our local paper carried this from a 77 year old retired agricultural merchant, one of several amateur poets in this area. His photo shows him sitting in his shed next to a vintage motorcycle and loads of other interesting stuff.
This doesn't scan perfectly but I like my sheds for all the reasons that men do so I thought to share this:
Quite often I have heard it said
That every man should have a shed.
Well, I’ve got one and it’s just right
It helps to make a dull day bright,
Through cobwebbed window I am able
To watch the birds on the bird table
I see them but they can’t see me;
They really are a joy to see.
I keep some tins of old bent nails
A spade, a fork, some broken scales
Tins of paint I’ll never use
Some three-pins plugs that have no screws,
An old bike with the tyres both flat
My “wellies” and a gardening hat.
Things that I should have thrown away
They may come in another day.
Some gardening gloves, full of holes
A broken trap for catching moles,
Some tiles not used in the bathroom,
A rusty shovel and a broom,
A pair of wheels from an old pram
A wireless for the “Light Programme”
Lots of plant pots, full of cracks,
A spokeshave and a fireman’s axe.
My garden chair is old and worn
But sometimes, in the early morn,
I smoke my pipe as I sit there:
In my shed I don’t have a care
And so it’s right, it must be shed
I wouldn’t be without my shed
A haven of peace, and I must say
There I’m king of all I survey.
This doesn't scan perfectly but I like my sheds for all the reasons that men do so I thought to share this:
Quite often I have heard it said
That every man should have a shed.
Well, I’ve got one and it’s just right
It helps to make a dull day bright,
Through cobwebbed window I am able
To watch the birds on the bird table
I see them but they can’t see me;
They really are a joy to see.
I keep some tins of old bent nails
A spade, a fork, some broken scales
Tins of paint I’ll never use
Some three-pins plugs that have no screws,
An old bike with the tyres both flat
My “wellies” and a gardening hat.
Things that I should have thrown away
They may come in another day.
Some gardening gloves, full of holes
A broken trap for catching moles,
Some tiles not used in the bathroom,
A rusty shovel and a broom,
A pair of wheels from an old pram
A wireless for the “Light Programme”
Lots of plant pots, full of cracks,
A spokeshave and a fireman’s axe.
My garden chair is old and worn
But sometimes, in the early morn,
I smoke my pipe as I sit there:
In my shed I don’t have a care
And so it’s right, it must be shed
I wouldn’t be without my shed
A haven of peace, and I must say
There I’m king of all I survey.