Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 3,718 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

The Little Shack - Poem by Juan Olivarez

Through the narrow forrest road,
And just across the little creek,
Where croak the leopard frogs and toads,
And giant oaks the sunlight seek.

There is a little shack so old,
With holes in the roof, and broken panes.
That let in the winter cold,
And let in the summer rains.

A little well stands by the side,
With a wooden bucket on a rope.
Behind berry bushes seeming to hide,
Forlorn and ancient, devoid of hope.

Who once lived in the little old shack,
No one around seems to recall.
Did children once run in the back?
Jumping in leaves, with the advent of fall.

Long ago this little place,
Was someone's dream come true.
And I can see his smiling face,
And hear his laughter, as his children grew.

8/25/10 Alton Texas

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 26, 2010

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