The Red Boat Poem by Paul Warren

The boat drifted in one Summer's day
Painted red no one aboard today
The fisherman found it on the shore
And took it home deciding ownership would be ignored

And he didn't hear anyone was missing a boat
So he felt safe to use it being chuffed to gloat
He rigged it up and used it to fish in the bay
Setting out to sail on a sunny day

A couple was walking on the beach
And they saw the boat on the bay out of reach
They wondered who was with the fisherman then
As there was two people at the boat's end

The next day on the beach of a seaside town
A red boat washed to the shoreline to be found
And a fisherman found the boat with no one around
So he took the boat hoping that the owner could not be found.

© Paul Warren Poetry