This old shed just standing there, almost gone with wear and tear,
It stood behind our house when I was a child living there,
The hedges have grown, the wild flowers, still down in the field below the shed,
Where dad kept the feed for the horses and cows and the hay to be fed.

It looks so lonesome there now, its been many years since I grew up,
Seems, when we all lived there, all were happy, but I was just a pup,
Hadn't gone to school much then, would much rather run and play,
Than to sit in school where the sun doesn't shine, and the wind not in my face all day.

We still had Momma and Papa then, even Grandma lived there too,
But they've been long gone to Heaven, for a while I was lonesome in all I would do,
There were black berries down at the edge of the wood, we'd take a pail and go,
Pick the berries for jelly or a pie, happy and carefree, as the wind when it would blow.

We would run and play hide-and-seek, mostly all the year around,
Playing with old pup, just wrestling him down, on the green grass all over the ground,
Some winters the snow would pile high, most to the window top,
Momma made snow cream and we'd play on the hay stored away from Dads' crop.

I see the old shed is about to fall down now, it makes my heart ache to see,
All the memories go with the old shed, but then maybe that doesn't have to be,
I'll come back soon and give her a facelift, make her look so grand,
I can see the windows smiling now, the little, old shed, the grandest in all the land.

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