Tuesday, March 26, 2013
The Shed Comments
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It stood at the bottom of the garden,
Old creosote worn wood chipped.
Time rusting away its thin hinges
That holds the door in place.
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David Wood
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8/5/2025 8:01:51 PM # 1.0.0
I have just been in a Shed just like the one your describing David! But it was loved once but left with just memories now. You have written a wonderful poem and all you have to do is close your eyes and you can picture being inside this rusty old building. I like the tools chatting away very surreal!