'The Old Shed'

'The Old Shed'

It stood alone

In a plum orchard

Licked grey

By weathers tongue

A lopsided door

By one hinge hung...

A pane less window

Watched the hill below

A grindstone

In one corner stood

Complete with can

Where water dripped

On whirling wheel

In days gone by.

A burlap bag lay empty

Once plump with corn

Where chipmunks fed

Earthy smells

Leaped out at you

And held you in its center

That's when you knew

That everything

That ever was

Or ever would be

Was somehow

Contained within its walls.

Life's essence...captured

In a weathered old shed

In a plum orchard

Overlooking a hill....

Kesti16©

July 19, 1988