That is such a great story RJ - did this happen to you ?
A couple of similar experiences happened in my life when I was at a low ebb, I did find it a comfort and a ‘sign’ I would never be ‘alone’
Yes Patsy, it happened to me.
A great experience that RJ, restores your faith knowing you’re in good hands with whoever is pulling the strings. Treasure the moment.
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]POEM . MY SHED[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]At the bottom of my garden is my big green shed[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]When I bought it , it was a shade of cedar red[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I soon tired of the cedar red colour[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Cos it looked like a million other (sheds)[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]In this shed I had a[/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3]chair[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]It was for me to sit in there.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]For quite a while it housed my canaries[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]But , as you know, I’m quite contrary[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Then it housed my many old tools[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I didn’t use them, silly fool.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Now it’s full of odds and sods[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Wife shakes her head and nods[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As to what I’ll now use it for[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Bearing in mind the now rotten floor[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’ve had it now for many years[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Now on it’s last legs I fear[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I think[/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3]I’ll have to get rid of that (shed)[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The[/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3]meeces under it attract the cats[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]RJ/2014[/SIZE][/FONT]
I can just picture your shed now, Robert …I bet you have lots of memories in there 
Spot on Mags
thanks
Bit of advice RJ, don’t shed the shed
I have one, shedding causes dread
Mine is full of sons once dreams
A shrine to ones core upstream
The cobwebs form, the windows taint
No room for man and boy to gait
But that don’t matter, dreams prevail
My shed will, still, sustain a gale.
Oh why do you fill my heart with dread
by saying you’ll get rid of your shed.
Has it not a sentimental value alone?
does not a dog bury his old bone.
If it’s gone beyond repair, don’t despair
but gently take it all apart, bolt by bolt nut by nut,
and replace it with a Summer hut.
Thank you lads for your advice
You have now made me think twice
When I view it from the stout back door
I don’t think it such an eyesore
I could give a lick of paint in a trice
And keep those pesky little mice
In the name of conservation
It’’'ll be a new conversation
All my neighbours will stop and shout
That my neon coloured shed is about
the brightest shade of green
they have ever seen
the end
Ahh I’m so glad the story had a happy ending RJ.
Great words Robert! I love writing poems too & always make up my own in people’s cards
or when I have some time. Keep it up!
Thanks AC for taking the trouble to trawl back over a year to find this piece.
You’ll have to put some of yours on here, please.
RJ
Ah those were the days alright RJ, lovely stuff.
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Oh dear I feel really ill[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I think I’ve caught a chill[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]A week I’ve had it still[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Oh dear I feel so bad[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]It’s the worst thing I’ve ever had[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]It’s hard not to feel sad[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Oh dear it’s getting worse[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3]So I have put it in verse[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I need to see a nurse[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Oh dear my legs feel weak[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Ah nurse, would you have a peak[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Sir, you have a cheek[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]When did you last have a[/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3]pee[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]This may be the key[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]You can confide in me[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Oh nurse what have I got[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Robert, you’ve got the lot[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Easier to say , what you’ve not got[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Oh my I feel a lot better again[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Gone now has the pain[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]A better man I am.[/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3]The end[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]A FUNNY THING HAPPENED TO ME ON MY WAY TO THE FORUM.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]On the 2[/SIZE][SIZE=3]nd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] Wednesday of each month I have lunch with the local church’s old folk. I’m invariably the youngest by 15 or 20 years. I’m 66 , so I’m no spring chicken, but I hobble from table to table chatting away & I am generally welcomed. Well, always welcomed. Some of these old dears are in their nineties & never get much opportunity to chat to anyone from one month to the next. I’m practically their toy boy.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]This Wednesday two of these ladies were helping me across the busy road outside the parish hall. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I know it’s pathetic but they’re very willing & it would be churlish of me to refuse some assistance, I am registered disabled after all.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]So there I was with Peggy 94 & Hilda 92 standing on the edge of the pavement with helping hands firmly gripping my arms. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Just then I saw my new neighbour looking very oddly at me from across the street. I couldn’t wave my hand or arm, but with a superhuman tug I managed to raise my stick high up in to the air and held it aloft. Then the oddest thing happened. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]All the cars stopped for us to cross the road. They must have thought that I was holding my stick up to stop the traffic.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I [/SIZE][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][SIZE=3]now know how Moses must have felt when he raised his staff and the Red Sea parted. IT was a moment to savour.[/SIZE][/FONT]
Ah - that made me grin RJ - loverly story
As for the poems - you all did very well on yer sheds and hut 
Nice true story RJ, I just hope the new found power doesn’t get hold of you and cause you to lose the run of yerself.
“You remember young Peter O’Loughlin of course
Well now he’s here at the head of the force
I met him today, I was crossing the strand
And he stopped the whole street with one wave of his hand
And there we stood talking of days that are gone
While the whole population of London looked on, but for all the great powers he’s wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.”
(Verse from 'The Mountains of Mourne)
Ain’t life grand chums.
Sure is RJ, my Mother told me there’ll be days like this.
This thread has been split due to the length,
part 2 here…
http://www.over50sforum.com/showthread.php?t=32451