There is a wooden boat
Upside down
And part stripped of ancient
Paint and varnish
That waits a final stripping
And sanding
And the laying on
Of many coats of varnish
Both inside and out,
Four months so has
She lain there waiting
While the sadness
Of my life unravelled,
Until now my minds eye,
The gaze of my heart,
Sees only good things
And the joyous waves
Of deep abiding peace,
So now I will take up
The scrapers and sanders
And level my considerable
Focus to the task
And bring her back
To glistening glory,
A varnished thing of beauty
To be shared perhaps
With someone more worthwhile
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC
There is a wooden boat
Upside down
And part stripped of ancient
Paint and varnish
That waits a final stripping
And sanding
And the laying on
Of many coats of varnish
Both inside and out,
Four months so has
She lain there waiting
While the sadness
Of my life unravelled,
Until now my minds eye,
The gaze of my heart,
Sees only good things
And the joyous waves
Of deep abiding peace,
So now I will take up
The scrapers and sanders
And level my considerable
Focus to the task
And bring her back
To glistening glory,
A varnished thing of beauty
To be shared perhaps
With someone more worthwhile
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