MAN IN THE SHACK

 You can find him, if you go far off into 
 These hills,

 Way back beyond the green grass and rocky slopes.

 Oak trees of many years hide what has been here 
 For a while,

 Come closer so you can observe this shack built 
 Ages ago.

 Once it may have been of fine wood as today it is 
 Withering away,

 A home with no plumbing, no modern conveniences 
 Of the day.

 The roof is worn, dried out from many days and nights 
 Of being here,

 There lives in this shack, a man, not a youthful man 
 By any means.

 Left in peace to live out his remaining days is this 
 Man in the shack,

 We don't know where he comes from or if he's had a 
 Family, a wife, kids,

 We do know that he's had a life, this man in the shack 
 Has his story.
                   Keith Garrett                       

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