Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Yesteryear

In our small town there aren’t many stores
but out on the highway there’s a place I adore.
It’s a huge barnlike shed that’s full of old gear
and it’s been aptly named – it’s called Yesteryear.
In through the doors, and now, left or right?
Wherever I look there are thrills to delight:
A great stack of rusting iron called tools,
on to some sewing machines with their spools
and stacked beneath them are boxes of books.
Look, aren’t these cute? A whole set of chooks,*
Roosters are everywhere and chicks and hens,
painted on trays and mugs that hold pens.
Heaps of salt cellars and chipped pepper shakers,
things lovingly painted by amateur makers,
no longer wanted now granny is dead,
but keenly hoarded by collectors instead.
Past Militaria – I’m not into medals
but I like that old trike with its blue rusting pedals.
There are the boudoir dolls, all snooty and tatty
and that teddy bear is decidedly ratty.
A porcelain face peeps out from a box
just next to a case of collected rocks.
There are books and music, baubles and beads,
I just follow my eyes wherever they lead.
There is far too much to write it all here –
Fifteen minutes? It would take me a year!

*Australian word for chickens

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