He lay against the worn wood of the bow and rested all that he could.

He ran his hand appreciatively over the smooth, dark, worn wood.

The lid had been splintered, but he recognized its worn wood.

He focused on the worn wood, found the faint outline with his fingertips.

He touched the worn, shiny wood at the back of one of the pews.

Both lay in a patch of late sunlight on the warm worn wood of her desk.

Creslin steps to the rail and grasps the worn wood.

Maro was working an ancient floor buffer over the worn wood of the dining hall.

Obediently the man clamped both hands upon the worn and weathered wood.

His boots thudded on the worn wood of the porch steps.