Old Man Carpenter

Old Man Carpenter

Old man carpenter, loved his birds, his friends and family were they. He called them round to sup and chat, one cold, wet winter’s day.
There stood upon a rose trailed stand, a house of pink and white. With hearts galore and opening doors and a balcony delight.
“Your next my friend, Mr Parrot Bright” old man excited, jumped up and down. Mr Parrot smiled and fluffed his tail “well, I've always dreamt I was a clown”.
“I have a secret, it’s not well kept, but in truth it’s hard to beat” Mr Raven proud, looked around, “I love, love, love anything that's sweet”.
Mr barn owl stood, not of many words, but wise in silent brood. His barn was built the perfect size, in which to store his food.
“I'm sure I'm next” said Seagull white “I know just what I dream, To stand out from the other gulls, be unique amongst the team”.
Mr Woodpecker stared in silent awe, a log house beyond compare. He would nurture this, not change a thing, give it love and care.
And last of all the turtle dove, love struck through and through. His dream was made into a cage, in which his love could brew.
And while he lay there deep in bliss, this old man so adored, his run down shack of wood and stone, was beautifully restored. For the full story or any inquiries, please leave a comment below.

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