Folly’s and The Storm

raucous

really

lots of spark in me

a haunting

chilling symphony

up on the hill

i feel the blast

the storm clouds winging

i am aghast

That brand new shed

crazily takes flight

i see it all

in the bold light

hee haw

whats more

Dear Sue  alone

working her fingers

to the bone

Her tired old back

those hay bales they

wrench every sinew

Out of every day

and a new shed flys

from Follys Farm

out of the  truly wondrous calm

its upside  down

like me it flew

in the gusting thrusting

bellowing blue.