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

6 Responses to “Sheltered Thanks”
  1. Beautifully and captivatingly written poem Brad !

  2. Jim Borden says:

    wonderful; reminds me os “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” – and miles to go before I sleep…

  3. YBP says:

    “I give to you the honor due
    My humble, sheltered thanks”

    …… ahhhh only LOVE …… ❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕

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