There it was, this block of wood.
The young lad wondered if he could
Carve a boat, his pride and joy,
Even though he was but a boy.
He carved with love and heart and skill,
The wood was shaping at his will,
Until at last the boat was done,
His battle with the block was won.
The paint went on with loving care,
His favourite colours it would wear,
The sails were set for all to see,
And so he took it to the sea.
The boat went gently from the shore,
When suddenly the boy saw it no more,
He’d forgotten the power of the main,
So would not see his boat again.
One day walking down the street,
A site before him he did greet,
There in a window was his boat,
Sat on water still afloat.
The boat was sitting there for sale,
But his pleas to have it had no avail,
He had to buy it, pay its due,
He had about him coppers few.
He went home to see his Dad,
Who said you must give all you have,
He emptied boxes of all his stash,
And gave the shop man all his cash.
The boat went home safe and sound,
His father said the boats been found,
It’s yours again and home at last,
Keep it safe and keep it fast.
The boy said yes it’s safely back,
And I’ll just keep it on a rack,
I carved it once and bought it twice,
I seemed to have paid twice the price.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
A well told tale of creativity loss and compassion, Andy. I liked this one a lot.
Thank you Dave, much appreciated.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Reminds me of a boat I had as a child, good write
Thank you Norman, glad it brought back memories.
Andy
most welcome
I love this one Andy. The rhyme and meter are good but this is no surprise fore we know that you are a most capable poet it is the message and its subtleties that got my attention and make it a fave my friend. Woven into this story is a message that deserves contemplation and I will not spoil it for others but it certainly is worth the thought.
Thank you so much for your very kind words soren, much appfreciated,
Andy
Most welcome Andy
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