Lilt of tilt, askew and awry

Free Verse (#free) 30 July 2016
by John Anderson © 2016 See Collection => Email comments and feedback to John
Old sheds awry with time, tilt and yield to beauty and charm. Lovely and wrinkled askew.
Old sheds awry with time, tilt and yield to beauty and charm. Lovely and wrinkled askew. Source: Pixabay.com

The old shed sits askew on rollicking wavy hills.
Rocked and rolled by time and wind relentless.
It sits yielded, poised, defiant, with a lilt of tilt
To hum, as it rides out its days of torment and stress.

For old of age, an awry lean out of kilter
Endears and protects sheds from being taken down.
When upright cronies with faked, adroit charm and grace,
Look out of place, and just old and decrepit.

To yield, lean and tilt over, is what rough sheds do
When made makeshift, by shoddy farmers,
Just trying to get something up in a hurry.
But time yields lovely looks to old sheds wrinkled awry with tilt.