A man needs a shed by the edge of the sea,
A shit ton of poly, jig band table saw three
To plane, sand and join like his home-building clan
And squirrel as many dowels as one man can
In library drawers stuffed of clamps to spools
As his voice still resounds "Who stole all my tools?"
For he needed each nail for the love he built in
To the furniture, the frames, the Skip-shaped kitchen.
A man built his house at the edge of the sea
For a loving wife and children three
Who dusty cup lift of old Andre's still stashed
To his dreams each fulfilled, lived largely.
