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