Sheltered Thanks

Posted by Brad Osborne on July 25, 2021 · 17 Comments 

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Sorrows drip from leaking eaves

Chasing a path to fertile ground

Like angel’s tears upon green leaves

Flowed off with nary a sound

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Showers from spring sky so fair

Flicker by in random time

Adding to damp morning air

Field’s full fragrance so sublime

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Journeyed now uncounted miles

To end tired in this heap

Few planks on wobbled stiles

No shelter from holed keep

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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

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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

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May fate grant you longer day

Fighting off your growing rot

For any traveler comes this way

Will thank you for this spot

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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

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Whence these clouds shall break

Leave you behind I will

Oh, so many steps to take

The journey I must fulfill

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So, take my only gift for you

You strewn, intrepid planks

I give to you the honor due

My humble, sheltered thanks

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