The Old Shack Poem by Stephen Harris

The Old Shack



A brooding dark and turbulent sky
That lingered nigh with Noah's storm
Tornado's lash was looming high
By broken battered home well worn
Where farming folk once waved goodbye
To shattered shack in field of corn

Friday, June 25, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,farming,goodbye
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