BUILDER, FRIEND
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Mike Jenkins (U.K.)
You wanted into a world
Of Welsh words,
Asked where ‘Gurnos’ came from
And I found you a night beacon.
But now, builder became friend,
I see your signature
Around and inside our home:
Stones where our lawn was,
Wooden supports for a failing fence,
Brass curtain-rails and plans,
So many schemes.
I only wish…….
The ornate metal bridge
You and Katharine would get,
Our cracking outhouse
Another puzzle to solve.
I’m useless with drill or saw.
If only you could rebuild
yourself
To endure all weathers.
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