The Attic

The Attic The attic is a wonderful space Beneath the roof and above the ceiling Just waiting for us to fill apace With things that may have meaning That we not throw away for some reason Where we will find many things for all seasons We have the odd piece of carpet Just kept for a may be of use Wallpaper just been left there For the maybe that odd repair Old records with the stereo passed it time To play when nostalgia will beckon Basket of old dried flowers With Christmas decoration that we reckon We will use again next year for sure Old paper work in a box so secure A hover that will be mended someday Along with the old hand sewing machine That belonged to mum a great lady The old suitcase we sure we should throw Side by side with the material we’ll never use But most sadly of all are the items we bought For the new hobbies we tried and failed To get our attention for awhile The golf we used to help us get fit The beer brewing barrel that made us unfit Oh what a wonder world of an attic Where we put things on automatic Never a thought that we should recycle Or sell for good old hard cash As it is a to convenient space is our attic 6-11-17 photo 3