Abandoned, yet not forgotten

How stupid to abandon something I loved because someone I loved abandoned me.
~Morgan Rhodes~
















































The old shed sits askew on rollicking wavy hills.
Rocked and rolled by time and wind relentless.
It sits yielded, poised, defiant, with a lilt of tilt
To hum, as it rides out its days of torment and stress

To yield, lean and tilt over, is what rough sheds do
When made makeshift, by shoddy farmers,
Just trying to get something up in a hurry.
But time yields lovely looks to old sheds wrinkled awry with tilt.

~John Anderson~