The Shed
Was walking down the road one day, when something caught my eye
So beautiful, miraculous, I smiled, and breathed a sigh
Twas only how the sunlight fell upon the trees ahead
Within a forest, deep and thick, and lit upon a shed
The shed was old and falling down, its roof had sunken in
I thought about that worn out shed, and what it might have been
My curiosity was stirred, my longing to explore
Before I knew it, there I stood, before its faded door
Carefully, most cautiously, I twisted the old knob
The hinges squealed, with pain it seemed, as I felt my heart throb
With cobwebs woven everywhere, my feet froze to the floor
I dared not take another step, but had to still see more
So I took one step and then two more
The light was really dim so I stepped away from the door
I began to search for some clues
In this old broken down shed filled with so many hues.
Someone had once loved this tiny little place
What could have happened here to fall so far from their grace
I dusted of the seat
All the while I tried to forget what was beneath my feet.
As I sat where I am sure they had
I began to feel so sad
All the paint splatters they left behind
On this makeshift table where they must have dined
I wanted to stay here
In the deep woods visited by many deer
It would take so much time
Blood Sweat and tears but then she could be mine.
Folsom Mill Studio/Eunice Miller 
Reblogged this on 20 LINES A DAY – an exercise in discipline and commented:
Anne’s Challenge- My Entry in Continuation of the poem titled The Shed!.
Anne wrote the first twelve lines and the title
The challenge was to add no more than 20 lines and finish it ourselves
Hers is so polished and I am just learning all over again
though I had a photo of a rustic place I could have also added lol
Anne I hope I posted this correctly
boomiebol you are too kind.
Thanks for taking the time to check out my entry :)
HUGS
nice finish
Thanks. I enjoyed this EXERCISE but it can take off and go in any direction but that was the fun I had with it but for me it will always be a place were an Artist sat and painted the world outside their window.
I am more of a Story Teller for what a life I have lived this poem stuff I did when I was in 4th grade which trust me was so long ago :)
Thanks for commenting it is how I will get better
enjoyed your take on the poem
It will always be an artists shed to me from now on. How silly is it that I went off in that direction. I wish I had not been so worried about not going over my 20 Line lol
It will always be an artists shed to me from now on. How silly is it that I went off in that direction. I wish I had not been so worried about not going over my 20 Line lol
Again thanks so much
Thanks so much.
I really go with my gut as I am no Poet lol
Her poem started so perfect with words but me I kept thinking no more than 20 LINES lol
the end is sad but befitting, it’s as if the poem came to life and i imagined how the little cottage would be;)
Awe thanks so much why did I go there probably says more about me than needed lol
It will be forever an Artist’s Shed in my eyes. Where they would sit and paint the Wilderness and all she held.
Great job Eunice! Love it! :)
Thanks so much Anne
I just wrote it simply
I stated what was obvious to ME. lol
Not as glowingly as you write but just trying
to get the point across on the page and with-in 20 LINES lol
I don’t know what you’re talking about, ‘glowingly’. :) Thank you for the compliment, but I thought your finish was great! Thank you for playing along!
Thanks Anne I just meant you are so polished and into your groove this is all new but I don’t know anyone lol so I will keep trying. Funny how each took on a life of it’s own thanks for letting us play in the challenge!