Buried under ivy, behind a garden shed
i came across a rocking chair, painted shocking red
the legs were loose, the back was broke, it was in a sorry state
the seat broken in three pieces, was holding up the gate
i took it to my workshop, and left it out to dry
then removed the leaded paint work, the dust it made me high!
i sanded the spindles on the lathe, then glued up the seat
assembled it all together, and varnished to a treat
I test drove that rocking chair, its as good as new
it now needs a loving home, and i know just who!
a young mum is breast feeding, her baby on the stair
i think some memories can still be made, in this old rocking chair
A warm and tender piece and a lovely story behind the resurrection of an old rocking chair Bob - - hope it found it's good home...... Fay
Valuable pieces at horrible shape Need restoration, but how many care? ! Very tender at your heart You give it a new life With fond memories of past. Lifeless... all think, But the life spent with it, Only a few treasure. Hats Off to your effort and attempt. Nicely put on PH. Thanks for this emotional read.
What a sweet write....loved it...''i think some memories can still be made, in this old rocking chair '' a lovely thought....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We don't see so many rocking chairs these days as old people get out and do more these days, Yet the old ones are so well constructed and when restored they are certainly a treasure to possess. The Mother feeding her babe is a beautiful way to weave magic into this poem. 10 Karin Anderson