Recycling

By Sis Unsworth 

My husband built a sun house, out of his old shed,

“it will benefit the family,” well, that is what he said.

Of course it was a lot of work, but he said,”it would look smart,”

inspired by his new project, he made an early start.

He worked on the new sun house, every dry warm day,

also he would venture out, even when the sky was grey.

At last the glass doors were put on, and he gave out a cheer,

but then he promptly went inside, for a celebration beer.

“I have to paint the inside now,” he added with a smile,

“I want it to look perfect, it just might take a while.”

Our friends and neighbours visit us, and love to sit inside,

It’s nice and warm there in the spring, a good place to abide.

You feel at one with nature, watching birds build their nests,

we don’t disturb their way of life, they make us feel like guests,

we’ve placed a bee hotel, outside where we can see,

a haven for a resting place, for a solitary bee.

The sun house stands in pride of place, for all who care to see,

the one he said, that he would make, “for all the family.”

I always know I’ll find him, whatever may be said,

asleep in his new sun house, that he made from his old shed.

 

Copyright Sis Unsworth