Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Oh poor shed. I know in the east, men take great pride in their sheds.......sounds like a lot of good music got played out there......time for a restoration project? LOL.
nice rustic setting. seems to me a little mix of loneliness yet mysteriously historically telling. gracias for sharing
You have created a vivid picture here. Everything eventually breaks down....
This is a great piece.. well penned.. :)
I can feel that shed.. It seems to be asking for help I think.
The shed has it all!
Makes me wonder what happened to it in the end!!!
this shed has character and lots of hdden tales to tell i'm thinking, like an old weathered griotmuch love...
so much details of brokenness..wow..
Excellent descriptive write. You've seen my shed then!Anna :o]
haha yup, sounds like the place I use to make-out in when I was a teenager.ZQ
Many a fun time had in that shed with those Molson bottles...love the descriptions of this worn well-lived shed.Donna@LivingFromHappiness
The shed has lots of stories to tell. Stop and listen to it.
I see it. My favorite is the foot-stomp place.
I wonder how many of us grew up with a shed like this on the property? Ours was made from an old stage coach (Yes we had them in the UK!), turned garden shed, then chicken coop, and in resting periods a hideaway for us boys. But we could just hear our mother call out "Boys!" at dinner time. What a great descriptive piece of writing.
you have uplifted the ode with this wonderful tribute to the shed!
There is actually something quite soothing about this ramshackle place...a place that is familiar and loved..i hope
I know this place.
The shed is so full of paraphernalia that even the stove is stuffed full! So many stories here behind all the things in the shed.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.