The Shed: Another Challenge – Follow this link to see the original post and links to the entries. Here’s Maggie’s entry! Thanks Maggie!
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 on the trees ahead
Within a forest deep and thick, it 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, so 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.
I poked my head inside the room that felt so cold and still.
I couldn’t shake the shivering that caused that awful chill.
Some beckoning attraction made me peek around…and — no –
my mind would not allow me to believe what I saw low
to floorboards old and worn. Was I imagining? What would
I do? My morals came in questions: Was I bad or good?
I stared at it as if I thought that it would speak to me,
but all it did was lie there. I was anything but free.
I wondered, if I touched it, that police would ever find
me guilty of a crime. Oh, no. I knew myself. Behind
decisions that I make I know the ways that I’ve been taught,
so even all that money in the shed would stay unsought.