The Workshop: A Poem for Winston

In the darkness of the workshop, Winston finds a hidden land, Where he can crawl and hide away, And leave the world outside to stand. With tools and saws and drills at hand, He seeks to connect with man, Through things and toys and gadget grand, In this dark and quiet span. He stands outside the closed door, And stares with longing eyes, Hoping to be let inside once more, To explore and to surprise. And when the door is opened wide, He scurries in with glee, To find a hiding place to bide, And be at peace, just he. In the workshop, he is free, To roam and play and be, Connected to his human friend, In ways that only he can see. So let him in, and let him roam, In this dark and quiet place, Where he can be himself, and find a home, In the workshop's hidden space.