Bob Gibson - The Rocking Chair

Buried under ivy, behind a garden shed
i came across a rocking chair, painted shocking red
the legs were loose, the back was broke, it was in a sorry state
the seat broken in three pieces, was holding up the gate
i took it to my workshop, and left it out to dry
then removed the leaded paint work, the dust it made me high!
i sanded the spindles on the lathe, then glued up the seat
assembled it all together, and varnished to a treat
I test drove that rocking chair, its as good as new
it now needs a loving home, and i know just who!
a young mum is breast feeding, her baby on the stair
i think some memories can still be made, in this old rocking chair

Bob Gibson

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