It was like a piece of art,
that her Uncle had saved from Granpa's barn .
It used to ventilate the hay loft
and some of the lower aisle.
Now it was up on Uncle Henry's silo,
all she could think about was finding
a big tall ladder and propping it
up in the middle; so she could get
her hands on that rust
before those western winds picked up again.
1 comment:
nice..could totally see myself doing the same...rust is cool in how it changes metal making its own art...
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