Poem written to launch Virtual Coffee Morning

14th November 2020

Carole from Humber and Wolds Rural Action, has a great deal of experience working in the community and has been involved with the Men in Sheds projects for a considerable time. She has written this poem to read at the first virtual  "Shedders Tea Break" This is for any Shed members who would like to Zoom in for an informal tea break (tea or coffee optional - biscuits essential). Its a great opportunity to chat, talk about anything and keep connected with others. 

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Tools Tinkering and Tea!

 

Tools Tinkering and Tea what the shed means to me!

Before I joined the shed life was empty

Loneliness and solitude was what life had in store for me

Speaking to and seeing nobody

No purpose to a life that was once full and busy  

A change glance at a poster on a door

‘Men in Sheds’ come see us, to find out more

Dare I go? Can I make the scary journey into the unknown? Yes, I tell myself you have done harder things than this before

Feelings of anxiety reeled around inside my head, talking myself in and out of visiting the shed.

The day finally came when I summoned from within the courage to visit, an array of feelings going around and around inside my head

I stepped into the shed and was greeted by the shed rep, a handshake, a smile, welcomed and inside I was led.

An array of tools, chairs and the kitchen sink next to a large urn throwing out a plumb of steam which mingled with the overwhelming sense of fun, camaraderie, and friendship.

A homely feel that welcomed me in, my feelings of anxiety replaced with relief and a pat on the back for me on taking the decision to make the trip.  

 

Tools Tinkering and Tea the shed provides friendships and a sense of purpose for me!

I now have a new identity

‘A shedder’ the name we are collectively and lovingly named perhaps as many of us have shed our hair someone once declared      

‘A friend ‘a newfound sense of purpose and knowledge that someone cares

 

Tools Tinkering and Tea the shed is a sanctuary for me! 

By Carole Johnson