Let me know what you think. I combined both my love of music, photography and poetry into one.

This Shack
Standing amongst the weeds where no one sees
Darkness cast upon by water still
Weeds grow up and hide
Sitting by the water side
Shingles with wear and tear
Sides seem worn more than a structure can bear
This old shack just seems to stand
As the world builds new not far away
This shack here does stay
© Chris Chonos