Old Wood

Old Wood

That garden bench

is tired.

 

It has lived

through sun and storm,

night and day.

 

It has served

as a warm spot

on which to dwell,

 

makes that corner

complete

and quaint.

 

Now it is weather beaten,

discoloured,

dry and cracked.

 

It needs fresh stain,

a few moments

of attention,

 

revitalising oil

rubbed

into aching,

bruised timbers.

 

It was once

a proud teak,

standing tall

in one of the forests

of origin,

Myanmar its home,

but since its demise

it has served us well

 

and still we neglect

and disrespect

the autumn

of its death.

 

10/01/17

Reviews

[DIVYA]

and still we neglect
and disrespect
the autumn
of its death.

Appreciating your thought deeply here. I like the 'autumn of death' very much. Its usually autumn of life that we think of.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Divya

[DIVYA]

You are welcome John.

[Gee]

Takes me back to the summer. Restored the old bench, painted it the same colour as the shed, turquoise. It looks awful. Can't wait for a few winters to attack it. Enjoyed the read.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Gee; Her indoors will not let me attack it lol!

[Lyn Anderson]

Sometimes we neglect things we don't mean to, and lament it when it is too late.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks 'M' this bench I would love to restore but my partner wants it left as is!

[andrew mitchell]

Restoration seeps out of this write be us physically, materially or making the comparison to a faithful piece of furniture and it's bringing back to life. i enjoyed this piece as i too have a neglected faithful bench. a reflective piece

[John Alexander McFadyen]

More frustrated me thinks; In this case I was looking out the window at one of our benches that I have entreated my partner to let me restore but she insists on it being au natural!