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Yellow Shack

Yellow shack all sunken in,
Resting rust on roof of tin,
Your creaking floors will sing no more
Glad hymn of habitation.

Your tenants rest on yonder shore,
Crossed over mighty Jordan;
Though poor wayfaring strangers here,
At home in that fair land.

The chicken coop is barren now
And garden ground forsaken,
The misty haze of rainy days -
A psalm of meditation

Oh laugh and sing and pick and grin
The songs of Appalachia;
A time long gone, a culture dawned -
The shack in desolation.

Green grass unshorn, my gaze forlorn,
As thieves break in and plunder;
Treasures within your weathered walls
Shall see the sun no longer.

So stoke again the fire within
Your stove, which made of iron,
Did warm the home, the yellow shack,
Which now is sunken in.

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