Fifty-Two Cups of Poetry: Poem #3: Behind the Shed

Last week I began the Fifty-Two Cups of Poetry project. You can read it here.

I think all of us has some place that things just end up being stashed. Read on.

Behind the Shed

Broken flower baskets stashed under the eaves for safekeeping,

A dog toy we call Dirty Rope sits in a pool of mud,

The rusty garden shears areburied under the blue tarp,

And the stack of terra cotta pots seems to have multiplied again.

Somebody heaved the last pile of fall weeds out of sight from the house,

The cracked holder for potting soil is now full of water,

After lifting a broken chair the lost work glove was spotted,

And the lasting signs of dogs digging left holes to be filled.

Everyone has the place where things just get stashed,

Often it is out of sight, out of mind, out of the way,

As the winter turns to spring there is a nagging feeling,

Either we widen the shed or decide to clean up.

Christy Woolum, February 5,2018