We own one acre beside my husband's family home.
His sister owns the acre the home is on and she lives there.
We own the two barns that belonged to his dad.
They are full of antique equipment,
tools (antique, just old, and some just junk),
his dad's antique tractors
and Mike's present ones---
all kinds of stuff.
It's a snapshot of Appalachia,
which is the part of the United States
where we were born, grew up,
and still live.
This shed used to shelter their horse
and then his niece's goats.
Now it houses 'stuff'.
The entrance-way between the two barns.
I like the old bricks and the rusted gray door surrounded by red steel
in the big barn
and the weathered, peeling paint of the small shed.
I think it's a pretty eyesore---it all is.
However, if we had built our house here,
the prettiness would probably have vanished
and 'eyesore' remain.
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