The Barn

5 Wings, A Moth?

 

sisters beach

no sisters one family no neighbours

now neighbours but hermits no town

a shop and some shacks and

 

his shed was in clutters

clutters of ideas

ideas of copper shining

of tigers climbing

 

but no gold-mine brilliance

 

3 Pence a Pot

 

the father traipsed the fallen tree

that lay across the creek

two things of importance he grasped

a child to his chest and

a teapot to his fingertips

 

4 Tyres a Block

 

off they moved block by block

into names, numbers and neighbourhoods

Sold!

and that one over there

for a one cow milking machine

 

yes, still the shed remains

 

Author: Izzi Mead Ward
Written as part of the Acoustic Life of Sheds 2017

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