Buried under ivy, behind a garden shed <br />i came across a rocking chair, painted shocking red <br />the legs were loose, the back was broke, it was in a sorry state <br />the seat broken in three pieces, was holding up the gate <br />i took it to my workshop, and left it out to dry <br />then removed the leaded paint work, the dust it made me high! <br />i sanded the spindles on the lathe, then glued up the seat <br />assembled it all together, and varnished to a treat <br />I test drove that rocking chair, its as good as new <br /> it now needs a loving home, and i know just who! <br />a young mum is breast feeding, her baby on the stair <br />i think some memories can still be made, in this old rocking chair<br /><br />Bob Gibson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rocking-chair-6/
