Salty, rusty, broken and battered

With varnish, lacquer and paint is splattered

A shipwrecked melee of wooden treats

Lie brutally stranded, now at my feet.

Smashed, trashed, cracked like a whip

As the wood hits the rocks like a ruined ship

Tossed like a ball, thrust deep in the rocks

These relics of boats once lining the docks.

Wrought and heaved and scoured by the sea

A banquet of treasures left waiting for me

A deluge of waves sends more to the shore

A shoe, a boot, a shattered old door.

Stocked and stacked and heaving my stash,

It’s back to the workshop to make me some cash

As sanding and sawing and nailing begin

the feeling of happiness starts to seep in.

Revived, renewed I’ve nailed down the lid

The day’s work complete, it’s now off to bed.

Rest easy dear drifters, your journey is ended

To be adored once again as this artist intended.