Shack Smack in the Middle of Nowhere
by Walter Wojtanik
A lean to,
we didn’t mean to abuse it.
A gaggle of boys meant to use it
and a fortress; a hide-out and
sanctuary from the girls and the world.
It stood stoic,
a ramshackle bit of boards,
thatched roof and Lord knows
how high weeds can grow to hide it.
Inside it we found it ready to give in,
it was lived in, it was a home
for a soul left searching for a fair shake,
it didn’t take us long to do the wrong thing.
All was lost. Everything was tossed about and out
of creature comfort or pride.
the insides gutted and drained
and all that remained was guilt in a twelve year
old’s heart and mind. I’ve come to find times
where life rides rough-shod
over God’s good creatures, and
the features on this man’s face told the tale.
We had failed to consider his human condition,
that this treasured addition to God’s green earth
had been given this berth.
My father and I, carpenter and
apprentice set to get this wrong righted
To take this shack from blighted, back to the home
one man cherished, smack in the middle of nowhere.
Walter J. Wojtanik has been developing his writing style for 45 years offering words in various disciplines: lyricist, playwright, fiction writer. But his best successes were as a poet, holding the title of Poet Laureate in 2010 for Writer’s Digest/Poetic Asides. He continues to learn and grow.