Today's prompt from Robert Lee Brewer: Write a "ruin" poem. This is about a barn I discovered on a late friend's property.
Ruins
derelict
old barn
behind the trees
door
hangs open
hinging on breeze
two
wild turkeys
have nested upstairs
jumble
down below
skeletons of chairs
an old toolbox
rusted shut locks
old barn
behind the trees
hangs open
hinging on breeze
wild turkeys
have nested upstairs
down below
skeletons of chairs
rusted shut locks
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Wonderful images here.
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