Shed-moved
Greased up sky hooks:
I stood nervous, plan-wrought;
local endeavour
on hired-in winches:
Two ratcheted wires,
stretched hard, tremor-taut;
traction, sweat-steaming,
in scaff-rolled inches.
Sunday elbowed,
across two properties,
to a final sleeper-laid
place (as planned):
I thank all the friends
who moved to achieve,
that five-metered shift
where my shed now stands.
Tea drunk hot, our toast
to slow-completion,
Of success,
with only minor complaints:
A few inflamed backs,
odd-blistered lesions.
Thank you neighbours,
whom I upgrade to saints.