SHED CONTENTS: WORDS ABOUT WHAT MY FATHER KEPT IN HIS SHED FOR SO MANY YEARS...

 Shed Contents…

DAD & SHED, FAR LEFT...

Jars of rivets and nails and washers,

Bolts and rawl plugs and nuts and screws;

Drawers of rasps and files and bradawls,

Spanners and set-squares and hammers and, er, shoes…

Tins of plugs and switches and brackets,

Hinges and light-fittings and wires and taps;

Bags of shin-guards and golf-balls and wickets,

Footballs and bicycle pumps and bats and, er, maps…

Boxes of chair legs and saws and mallets,

Planes and screwdrivers and rulers and drills;

Stacks of planks and props and doors,

Dusters and brushes and cloths and, er, bills…

Rows of containers and paints and stripper,

Turpentine and spirit and polish and varnish;

Clutters of pipes and metal and bric-a-brac,

Age

And 

Rot

And

Rust

And, er,

Tarnish… 

WHAT LURKED BEHIND THE DOOR?

Pete Ray

My Dad’s shed. 

All human life was there.

THE SHED IN WARD END, BEFORE THE MOVE TO SHARD END...