LW Poetry

This feature showcases original poems by members of the Creative Writers Club of Leisure World and other GRF members.

by Dave Crandall

Wood Shop

She gave it to me in nineteen eighty-five.

It was a beautiful mahogany horse.

Careless and clumsy, I dropped it on the floor.

In a blow, its leg was broken by the force.

I tried and failed to fix it so many times, But where it broke at first, it would break again, And so my precious horse could no longer stand.

It laid sideways on my shelf to my chagrin.

Then one happy day in twenty twenty-four, I took it to where I met three helpful men In the Leisure World wood shop by Clubhouse One.

Now my gallant horse stands whole and proud again.