A Poem by Dave Brown

An old wood framed window

On an old sagging shed

Unkempt and unused

Both hanging by thread


Fallen leaves from the tall Maple

Growing beside, hung overhead

November’s rains have damp stained

Gone, bright oranges, yellows and red


Ancient shingles, cracked, split and leaking

With ivy growth climbing higher each year

The window reflects on all around

Framing images of feeding deer


An ancient bathtub neath the shade tree

A swinging farm gate, its day done

A derelict barn, with only one door

A three wheeled hay rake, too rusty to run


The window is the sagging shed’s heartbeat

Changing reflections, refresh it each day

Like an old husband, needs his old wife

If it were broken, they’d both fade away


© 2019 Dave Brown

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Added on November 22, 2019
Last Updated on December 7, 2019


Dave Brown
Dave Brown

gabriola island, BC - British Columbia, Canada

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