Skip to main content

Old Rusty Barn


The Rusty Barn Door

The wind creaked open the rusty barn door

There were no horses just the smell of wet straw

A scoop of brown water left in a pale

A shadow of light bares a rats tale

A root of a tree pokes down from the roof

Prickly and prudish and strangely aloof

A green snickers wrapper blows through the straw

The wind blows shut the rusty barn door