Sheltered Thanks
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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
~~~
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
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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
~~~
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
~~~
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 
beautiful gift, and I love these old places, always imagine the stories of their people, what’s happened within
Me too. Old, abandoned structures lead me to immediately spin all kinds of mental stories about their hay day and the people who used them. Thank you, as always, Beth!
Beautiful!!
Thought provoking!!!
Reflective!!!
I love it!!!!!!
Thank you, Someone!
Your title is very clever! I love the story woven into the poem. I could picture the weary traveler settling in, the floors creaking, and that musty scent that all old, rustic shacks have. Very well done!
Thank you, Kristian! Even though I often talk about my ability to judge my own work, this one even I like. You are the best! 😈
Brad this is especially beautifully written. The rhythm is just so lovely and it reads so easily. Your words are really something. Sending you hugs, Jonikens
Thank you, Jonikins!