In the 1940s and 50s my family would fill

this shed with food and laughter.

 Now my family is all gone and the shed is

empty and silent.

 No longer the smell of food cooking or the laugher

of grown folks remembering the good old days. 

 No longer the laughter and screams of youngins

playing endless games of tag  

 The lonely shed sits ready and waiting for warm

sunny days and young families to enjoy its shade.

 The tables are waiting to be graced with food,

laughter, and good old stories.

 In the mean time if you sit very still and close your

eyes after a little pause of silence you'll hear the

laughter of the past.This

This black patch is waiting for a summer of endless

games of horse shoes.