 |
| Image provided by Magpie Tales |
The Tool Shed
Just out back
But so oft forgotten
Repository of the mysterious
And last looked for.
The tool shed shelters bits and parts
Those tools not much needed
Brushes and rollers
Paints and pans.
Snowshoes and snow shovel
All summer long
Hoes and rakes
Every winter.
Every spring and fall
The great tool exchange
Promises to establish some order
In all tossed in carelessly after last use.
I stand poised with doors open
Wondering what is at the far back buried
And just how much more
I can fit inside.
The tool shed
How did I ever do without it
And wouldn't it be nice
To have two.
Jacqui Binford-Bell
August 2011
My father once remarked that fish grow to the capacity of their tank. We were great keepers of aquariums. We also love our tools. Genetic trait I think. And as I prepared for fall and winter I once again faced the tool shed issue. I do have two - far and near. And once again promised to put them in some order. It is not that I do not do it from time to time but that the tools inside seem to party hardy when the door is closed.
