Driftwood

Nature's anvil your hearth did score Fodder pared from such balmy core Residual chaff bartered to marine store  Parceled for distant, steamy shore Billowy waves, your shallow mast is born No banner, gilded sails your trite estate to adorn Rudderless barge, with drifting currents your hull borne Tossed to and fro, of steadying anchor shorn Your rough-hewn cover slimed corroding each side Your bark-lined deck withering, leached hide Resinous fibers bleached by each, briny tide Sturdy bough eroded along the jostling ride O'er time brokered to some distant land Beached on a coarse, lifeless strand Each callous band scrolled with the swells you have spanned Depleted contraband seeking a mending hand