Old Wooden Boxes
I collect old wooden boxes,
From anywhere that I can.
I collect them from garage sales and,
From the handyman.
From the local dump or old backyards,
Or clearance sales on a farm,
They’ve all lived a life of hard and tough,
And exude a certain charm.
Beautiful trademark names of
Soft drinks, cordials, or fuels.
I value these boxes, for show inside,
A lounge roomed sort of jewel.
I love finding old wooden boxes,
Finding them out of the blue.
I wonder, are you the sort of person,
That likes old wooden boxes too?
17th July 2016
Hi, this is for the old jewellery or anything old contest by Broken Wings.
Awarded 2nd place
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