Poem - Little Blue Tool Shed

Little Blue Tool Shed In my father in law's back yardis a little blue tool shed,which he built for my wifewhen she was a girl.Back then, it was a playhouse. On a day like todayI can look out the picture window,over the deck,and the dead grass.(Where winter, and Lee's gardening have taken a toll.)On a day like this,it looks so humble. I heard strong winds,so I opened the vertical blindsto be entertained.Sadly, the trees danced just a little.Then I rememberedthis house is in the airport's flight path.This accounts for some of the noise. Some tools lean against the garage,shovels and long handled gardening implements, mainly.The walls in the house,and the power lines outside shake.Perhaps it is the wind after all,there is a shimmer of color in the clouds;a hint of spring,still two months away.