The Attic


Dusty trails across the floor
Boxes, round top trunk
flat top trunk
covered with junk.

Old lamps, shaded in brown
A wagon, with a wheel gone.
Ice tongs hang on rough wooded slats,
a picture frame
cracked
Cob web curtains,
a leaning coat rack.
Rusty rejects . . . .


copyright 1977 by Carol E. Smith


Poem, Country Riches
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