This ship

This ship
Has sailed many seas in his imagination
And now brings back memories
From distant ports
Shores of stones and washed up corks
Driftwood, seaweeds, parts of planks.

This ship
Fashioned from flotsam
Bits and pieces
With a hammer and nails 
Brought from home
In a little suitcase
In which others brought bucket and spade.

This ship
Survived the years 
And the wars
Of neglect, 
Salvaged from shed and loft
Come to a safe haven
At last.