Funerals can truly be augmented by a poem that is apt and fitting for the person you have just lost. The following list of funeral poems about sheds are perfect for those who adored their ‘man-cave’ and simply couldn’t have gotten by without a shed.
A Moment To Think
by Mark Gregory
An empty shed opens its doors
to the rain.
Why do we love these places so much?
The roughness of the boards,
the hinges hung with matching rust,
the angle iron shelf bracket
bolted to the sill, and nothing more,
nothing fancy or complete.
This one’s been built
on a cinder bed, the door
sags a little and the roofing tin
hasn’t been painted for years.
An open box is what it is,
and I imagine it’s full
of the impossible lumber
of a decade’s debris–
piles of bent nails, wood scraps
and peeling paint, soaked cardboard,
the broken sledge I haven’t thrown away,
and in one dark corner
a cache of dead spiders
still.
Still,
sometimes I go in there
when there’s no reason to,
only to stand there for a moment
quiet in the shedding light,
sometimes I go to the shed
to have a moment
to think.
The Shed
by Don Stratford
A man’s gotta have a shed y’know
A place he calls his own
Where he can go and loose himself
Like a king upon his throne
It can be neat and tidy
With everything in place
Or one unholy bloody mess
Where there isn’t any space
But you can rest assured old friend
No matter how it fares
It’s his domain and castle
Down to the worn out chairs
He proudly shows it to his mates
Who goo and gar and ask
What’s this and that you got in here
Including in the flask
There’s pictures stuck up on the wall
The likes that women scorn
But it wouldn’t be the same you see
Without his female porn
And if someone dare to take control
Woe betide the feathers fly
Until he once again can say
Don’t come in here and pry
When it’s why on this one fateful day
A hapless brown came in
And all that happened after that
Boy, you should have heard the din
Jo Blake slipped here and he slipped there
To keep out of old mates way
But old mate was having none of that
As he entered in the fray
Things they went here and they went there
As the chase intensified
With old mate going hell for leather
To get that snake outside
Almost a full one hour had gone
And neither would give in
The snake kept just enough in front
To save it’s slippery skin
Until it spied a big wide space
That was in fact the door
And slipped out quick as anything
Away from that bloody floor
When old mate stopped and looked around
When the battle was complete
He couldn’t believe the mess there was
He was out to it on his feet
But satisfaction slowly grew
Sweat began to dissipate
As he softly whispered to himself
I’ll not share with any snake
So, take heed all those who enter there
And know it’s in his head
He’ll do whatever it does take
To defend his bloody shed
The Shed
by Frank Flynn
There’s a shed at the bottom of our garden
With a spider’s web hanging across the door,
The hinges are rusty and creak in the wind.
When I’m in bed I lie and I listen,
I’ll open that door one day.
There’s a dusty old window around at the side
With three cracked panes of glass,
I often think there’s someone staring at me
Each time that I pass,
I’ll peep through that window one day.
My brother says there’s a ghost in the shed
Who hides under the rotten floorboards,
And if I ever dare to set foot inside
He’ll jump out and chop off my head,
But I’ll take a peek one day.
I know that there isn’t really a ghost,
My brother tells lies to keep the shed for his den;
There isn’t anyone staring or making strange noises
And the spider has been gone from his web since I don’t know when,
I’ll go into that shed one day soon,
But not just yet…
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