Abandoned hut in the fog
Photo that brings back memories
Now there was something spiritual stirring in my heart, it made me feel very restless.
I remember a scene just like this in the1940's as a child.
Maybe it was because of living in a tin shack with my mother and father and three sisters right under a mountain, the winter days were nothing but mist and clammy cold frosty weather, we never had much warmth.
It was during the war years and there wasn't a lot of money or food around, we lived on coupons, friends and neighbors would swap and give my parents what they could spare to feed us.
Old poster that suits the situation
I was always sick and one particular time I was having a nightmare about big spiders climbing up the wall and attacking me, I had a very high temperature, ended up in hospital, with double pneumonia.
That was part of living in a tin shack under the mountain.
Old abandoned farm shed
Back to the Picture of Abandoned Hut
Yes, it was the scenery I seen for many years, there was a wet soggy swamp down the bottom of the shack, that was always worrying me as I got stuck in it once and never ever when back to it, as it scared the living daylights out of me as swampy ground still does to this day.
In case I should sink right out of sight and never been seen again, I can assure you that over the years of breaking in second growth bush back into dairyland, I did see a cow do exactly that, sink in quicksand type of mud.
I went back to that tin shack hut in the 1960's to check it out, it was still standing, someone was storing bales of hay in it, it still gave me that uncanny feeling of despair.
Still looking into the distant while standing by the fence right there in my memory, I can see this photo of my first ten years of life, the only difference is that this picture is a stone shack, my home was corrugated tin, still a feeling of something lost I cannot quite place in my memory.
Something terrible had happened there, I don't know what, but it's in the fog of my mind, I want very much to find it and set my body to rest.
Who did those footprints belong to?
Footsteps In A Snowy Forest
Poetry - This picture Abandoned has made me restless.
While looking into the mist,
Appearing around the corner of the old shack
a monster loomed up scaring me half to death
The picture to this day I haven't seen it again.
There were big eels slivering along the grass in the daylight
I came upon one once all nine inches in girth as long as the eye could see.
As my cousin thought it fun to scare me by letting it slip through his hands
Maybe that was the monster that frightens me in my sleep.
I don't think so.
Or was it a rat?
They were as big as cats in those days they would sneak out of the river bank,
Grab any food they could they were not afraid of anything, even me.
Maybe it was just a rabbit popping out of his hole
looking for a nice crisp bit of bush clover to eat
No, it was not that, rabbits were cute
No one could be afraid of them.
Or was it Bigfoot, what does he look like?
Would you see footsteps in the snowy forest?
So many stories about that creature.
I'm just guessing, not knowing if there is truly such a thing as Bigfoot
Whatever lurks in that fog
I sure don't want to meet up with it.
No snakes or bears or wolfs in our land
Wish my memory would tell me what lurked there in that mist, so many years ago
I think I will abandon the thought and go back to dreaming.
Maybe that creature will appear again in the distant
Settle my thoughts of severe, stress of things gone wrong.
Something terrible happened there in the mist beside that abandoned shack.
Abandoned house in MD 3 - The shed
Have you had a picture that brings back bad memories from the past
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