Dave Church
Well-known member
This was given to me as a Christmas gift from my sons. It is a poem by Stephen Ward (posted in the Ward Brother's Decoy Museum). Enjoy!
THE DRIFTER
I'm just an old has-been decoy
No ribbons I have won.
My sides and head are full of shot
From many a blazing gun.
My home has been the river
Just drifting with the tide.
No roof have I had for a shelter,
No one place where I could abide.
I've rocked to winter's wild fury,
I've scorched in the heat of the sun.
I've drifted and drifted and drifted,
For tides never cease to run.
I was picked up by some fool collector,
Who put me up here on a shelf.
But my place is out on the river
Where I can drift all by myself.
I want to go back to the shoreline
Where flying clouds hang thick and low.
And get the soft touch of the raindrops,
And the velvety touch of the snow.
Steve Ward
Merry Christmas Everyone!
dc
THE DRIFTER
I'm just an old has-been decoy
No ribbons I have won.
My sides and head are full of shot
From many a blazing gun.
My home has been the river
Just drifting with the tide.
No roof have I had for a shelter,
No one place where I could abide.
I've rocked to winter's wild fury,
I've scorched in the heat of the sun.
I've drifted and drifted and drifted,
For tides never cease to run.
I was picked up by some fool collector,
Who put me up here on a shelf.
But my place is out on the river
Where I can drift all by myself.
I want to go back to the shoreline
Where flying clouds hang thick and low.
And get the soft touch of the raindrops,
And the velvety touch of the snow.
Steve Ward
Merry Christmas Everyone!
dc
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