“Row row row a boat, gently down the moat” Gun Roswell

Boat Ahoy!

A boat from the past
Maybe it wasn’t meant to last
But refurbished and recycled
Now serving under a different title

A pot, maybe, of sorts
For anything that grows
A new life for itself and those living in
A cycle on put in a new spin

Fill it with seeds of flowers
Then after the cold rain showers
They will finally fully bloom
And wash away all that grey gloom