Home Workshop Poem by Paul Warren

A radio on in the workshop shed
Playing 60's songs on the hit parade led
The smell of wood glue and sawing wood
Building woodwork so easy as he could
Watching in wonder how he measured twice
Knowing where to start making sometime nice

He'd be there on Saturday after the shops
And Sundays early all day never wanting to stop
He learnt from an uncle's carpentry skill
Who took him in when his mother passed way from childbirth Home Workshop

A radio on in the workshop shed
Playing 60's songs on the hot parade led
The smell of wood glue and sawing wood
Building woodwork so easy as he could
Watching in wonder how he measured twice
Knowing where to start making sometime nice

He'd be there on Saturday after the shops
And Sundays early all day never wanting to stop
He learnt from an uncle's carpentry skills
Who took him in when his mother passed way from childbirth ills
My mind wanders back to those days
When I close my eyes my memory stays.

© Paul Warren Poetry