The ongoing poem- supply the next line.

Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...

A little shack abandoned on a field
Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...
Stood lonely under moonlight on the hill

A little shack abandoned on a field
Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...
Stood lonely under moonlight on the hill
and gathered light like silvered waters from the stars.

A little shack abandoned on a field
Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...
Stood lonely under moonlight on the hill
and gathered light like silvered waters from the stars.

The lake where once, in summer days, we swam

A little shack abandoned on a field
Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...
Stood lonely under moonlight on the hill
and gathered light like silvered waters from the stars.

The lake where once, in summer days, we swam
At night time this mysterious moonlit pool

A little shack abandoned on a field
Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...
Stood lonely under moonlight on the hill
and gathered light like silvered waters from the stars.

The lake where once, in summer days, we swam--
At night time this mysterious moonlit pool
reflecting on its face the Twins, the Ram,
the constellations in their nightly duel.




(Sorry, I know I added more than one line. I felt obliged to help us out of the rhyme corner I painted us into with "swam.")

(One line, two, three. It's not that important. Good lines you added too.)


A little shack abandoned on a field
Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...
Stood lonely under moonlight on the hill
and gathered light like silvered waters from the stars.

The lake where once, in summer days, we swam--
At night time this mysterious moonlit pool
reflecting on its face the Twins, the Ram,
the constellations in their nightly duel.

And by the shores in deepst thought I stand
And see myself reflected in the skies

A little shack abandoned on a field
Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...
Stood lonely under moonlight on the hill
and gathered light like silvered waters from the stars.

The lake where once, in summer days, we swam--
At night time this mysterious moonlit pool
reflecting on its face the Twins, the Ram,
the constellations in their nightly duel.

And by the shores in deepst thought I stand
And see myself reflected in the skies
I wonder idly where the future lies
My Soul is yearning for the comfort of your hand

A little shack abandoned on a field
Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...
Stood lonely under moonlight on the hill
and gathered light like silvered waters from the stars.

The lake where once, in summer days, we swam--
At night time this mysterious moonlit pool
reflecting on its face the Twins, the Ram,
the constellations in their nightly duel.

And by the shores in deepst thought I stand
And see myself reflected in the skies
I wonder idly where the future lies
My Soul is yearning for the comfort of your hand

My skin remembers your faintest touch

A little shack abandoned on a field
Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...
Stood lonely under moonlight on the hill
and gathered light like silvered waters from the stars.

The lake where once, in summer days, we swam--
At night time this mysterious moonlit pool
reflecting on its face the Twins, the Ram,
the constellations in their nightly duel.

And by the shores in deepst thought I stand
And see myself reflected in the skies
I wonder idly where the future lies
My Soul is yearning for the comfort of your hand

My skin remembers your faintest touch
Where have the times gone, when you were mine?

A little shack abandoned on a field
Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...
Stood lonely under moonlight on the hill
and gathered light like silvered waters from the stars.

The lake where once, in summer days, we swam--
At night time this mysterious moonlit pool
reflecting on its face the Twins, the Ram,
the constellations in their nightly duel.

And by the shores in deepst thought I stand
And see myself reflected in the skies
I wonder idly where the future lies
My Soul is yearning for the comfort of your hand

My skin remembers your faintest touch
Where have the times gone, when you were mine?
This I know, though I don't know much
Never brighter than toghether we did shine

A little shack abandoned on a field
Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...
Stood lonely under moonlight on the hill
and gathered light like silvered waters from the stars.

The lake where once, in summer days, we swam--
At night time this mysterious moonlit pool
reflecting on its face the Twins, the Ram,
the constellations in their nightly duel.

And by the shores in deepst thought I stand
And see myself reflected in the skies
I wonder idly where the future lies
My Soul is yearning for the comfort of your hand

My skin remembers your faintest touch
Where have the times gone, when you were mine?
This I know, though I don't know much
Never brighter than toghether we did shine

Yesterday, as I came upon the sight
Of these places that, of late, I had forgotten

A little shack abandoned on a field
Tin roof rusted, floor boards busted, door ajar...
Stood lonely under moonlight on the hill
and gathered light like silvered waters from the stars.

The lake where once, in summer days, we swam--
At night time this mysterious moonlit pool
reflecting on its face the Twins, the Ram,
the constellations in their nightly duel.

And by the shores in deepst thought I stand
And see myself reflected in the skies
I wonder idly where the future lies
My Soul is yearning for the comfort of your hand

My skin remembers your faintest touch
Where have the times gone, when you were mine?
This I know, though I don't know much
Never brighter than toghether we did shine

Yesterday, as I came upon the sight
Of these places that, of late, I had forgotten
It occured to me that I might
Live here, but the shack was too rotten


(in anticipation of a continued enterprise it might be advisable to not copy all of the verses every time, since the posts may become too long for practicality just a thought )

But hearts do not reside in wood and stone.

But hearts do not reside in wood and stone
Nor memories pass with age and dust



(Agreed re: cutting and pasting, though it would be nice to see the poem in its entirety every so often. In any event, it might be easier to paste at least the lines in the current stanza... it makes it easier to keep up the rhyme scheme, though of course anyone is free to break up the rhyming.)

But hearts do not reside in wood and stone
Nor memories pass with age and dust
So when night's shadows you must face alone

But hearts do not reside in wood and stone
Nor memories pass with age and dust
So when night's shadows you must face alone
Remember faith and so, remember us

But hearts do not reside in wood and stone
Nor memories pass with age and dust
So when night's shadows you must face alone
Remember faith and so, remember us

And thus may darkness seem a little less

But hearts do not reside in wood and stone
Nor memories pass with age and dust
So when night's shadows you must face alone
Remember faith and so, remember us

And thus may darkness seem a little less
And hope for morning, new, and bright, and clean