A Common Wood That's Me Poem by Mark Heathcote

The same as you

I'm told I am a good carpenter
'What are you? '
A common wood that's me
I am not any sacred sandalwood.

But even so, it doesn't have a scratch on me.
I may not cost a king's ransom
But ah, how flexible is my ply,
Ah, how many jobs I can do?

I can build a boat for two
And sail it and you to safety
Sail to a new destination,
A port of paradise with golden vistas plenty.

I'm told I am a good carpenter
'What are you? '
I have tools to fashion your furnisher
Just give me your dimensions.

And I will save your sacred wood
Burning to ashes, flames of a sacrificial fire.
They might attend to you
If you don't know who or what you are.

A common wood that's me, that's too me
The same as you
But I might need to be re-hinged
And here and there a few drops of glue.

In a good carpenter's hand, I'm nothing new.