Old Shed

I see the old shed,
Just leaning there.
For the wind had ravished,
And made it bare.

The weathered boards,
Were cracked apart.
And the mars in wood,
Had bumped the cart.

The door was jammed,
That held the stall.
And the missing boards,
Had let the corners fall...

Through the lowered facing,
I had to bow.
Was a pile of rubble,
Where I milked the cow.

The old shed stood,
With memories hung.
When life had its way,
And I was young.


E.P. 1908 - 1989