In This Tool Shed, I Miss You Dearly Poem by Kewayne Wadley

As a hammer, I am used for many things.
But my favorite, is the chance I get to meet you again.
Although we rest together on an tool belt, I get such a rush.
Running head first, driving you into the wood.
Though physical. I urgently desire nothing more than to be near you.
We were practically made for each other.
The both of our heads coming together as one.
The times we are apart.
I miss you desperately, though the comfort of home brings peace.
It doesn't mean a thing without you,
Here in this shed