The Red Boat

The boat drifted in one Summer’s day Painted red no one aboard today The fisherman found it on the shore And took it home deciding ownership would be ignored And he didn’t hear anyone was missing a boat So he felt safe to use it being chuffed to gloat He rigged it up and used it to fish in the bay Setting out to sail on a sunny day A couple was walking on the beach And they saw the boat on the bay out of reach They wondered who was with the fisherman then As there was two people at the boat’s end The next day on the beach of a seaside town A red boat washed to the shoreline to be found And a fisherman found the boat with no one around So he took the boat hoping that the owner could not be found. © Paul Warren Poetry