Ode to Deck
Peeled and worn
Scarred by snow shovels
Blistered from Summer sun
Faded beauty needing love
Dreading the chore
I gathered the tools
Sandpaper, stain and brushes
A day of play given away
Cedar smeared along the grain
Rejuvenating oil filled the flaws
Each stroke caressed the thirsty pores
Wood’s magnificence was restored.
More than lifeless planks held by screws
A deck embraces family and friends
Breaking bread, making memories.
Refreshed, it’s time to party.