A token of time past
the old shed still stands
falling apart
cluttering the land
Walking around
atmospheric feelings flow
ghosts speaking around me
a spiritual glow
The struggles
good and bad
love and hate
sanity and those gone mad
Falling apart
returning to Mother Earth
dying to be reborn
pains of childbirth
Walking away
after being one in spirit
lives not forgotten
the old shed is an exhibit
copyright 2021 Debbie Pierce
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/06/05/atmospheric/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/06/05/ragtag-daily-prompt-saturday-the-old-shed/
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What a wonderful old shed Debbie. My favourite verse is
“Falling apart
returning to Mother Earth
dying to be reborn
pains of childbirth”
Thanks for joining in 🙂 🙂
Thank you. It reminds me of a trip to Alaska and the culture. The native people leave everything to Mother Earth. So fascinating. Have a wonderful day!
Hi Debbie, this is a beautiful poem! ❤
Thank you.