Sheltered Thanks
Sorrows drip from leaking eaves
Chasing a path to fertile ground
Like angel’s tears upon green leaves
Flowed off with nary a sound
Showers from spring sky so fair
Flicker by in random time
Adding to damp morning air
Field’s full fragrance so sublime
Journeyed now uncounted miles
To end tired in this heap
Few planks on wobbled stiles
No shelter from holed keep
In days of yore, may been grand
A farmer’s hand-hewn shack
Now sparse roof can barely stand
Sound walls it seems to lack
Yet my journey has miles ahead
So, I thank you for this rest
At least a place to lay my head
And body find its zest
May fate grant you longer day
Fighting off your growing rot
For any traveler comes this way
Will thank you for this spot
Fair thee well my rickety home
Your love not e’er be spurned
More miles yet have I to roam
No plans for my return
Whence these clouds shall break
Leave you behind I will
Oh, so many steps to take
The journey I must fulfill
So, take my only gift for you
You strewn, intrepid planks
I give to you the honor due
My humble, sheltered thanks
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Beautifully and captivatingly written poem Brad !
Thank you Shanti! You are a great supporter and dear friend!
wonderful; reminds me os “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” – and miles to go before I sleep…
Thank you Jim! I started with a concept of where I was going with it, then after I wrote the first line, it went somewhere else all on its own.
Well i liked where it went!
“I give to you the honor due
My humble, sheltered thanks”
…… ahhhh only LOVE …… ❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕