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


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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