The Old Shack Poem by Dorsey Baker

A very thin body light as a feather
Grips a very hot cup of coffee
The weather has turned
Cold and vicious!
The frozen ground almost breaks
Under the weight
Of heavy ice!
The old shack begins to shake!

As a howling wind
Hits it hard
Behind the dark clouds
Another storm begins to brew!

A creepy spirit
Hangs over the old shack
Where dreams impossible
Faded away
In a lonely room
You find
What remains upon
The almost hollow head
Skimpy hair
White as snow
Behind big eye lashes
Beedy eyes peeping out
Old memories flood
And affect
A much damaged brain