Reclaimed Recycled
Reclaimed Recycled
Discarded in a rubbish skip
Mid broken bottles rags and bone
T'was destined for the council tip
And so I claimed it for my own
I took it home that rusty shield
I rubbed it down, and found the shine
of tempered steel its glow revealed
So glad I found and made it mine.
For I could see beyond the rust
an ancient craftsman's hands had wrought
A thing of beauty and I trust
A lesson learned a lesson taught
For those who gaze and gaze some more
With fresh creative minds at play
Will surely know what's gone before
May shine again another day.
Margaret Foster 20th August 2014
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2014
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