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Photo
by © Steve Smith.
Past years of
youth,
So fleeting
gone...
Like weathered
building,
Strives
to hold on.
Made someone's hopes,
Some dreams
come true...
Tempered by
storms,
Some past, some
due.
Its character,
That
is rare indeed...
Reeks
of humble pie,
On which we
feed.
Old fashioned,
yet,
Tough
as strong steel...
Shelters
some hurts,
What joy
we feel.
I cannot pass,
And give no
notice...
To tired
old barn,
It's look not
bogus.
For farm life
shaped me,
Flows
through my veins...
A barn holds
memories,
Of many
things.
The good times
of,
My youth, those days...
Seen now through
time,
In golden
haze.
A thing whose
beauty,
Is now
mature...
Covered with
lines,
I too,
endure.
Yet my heart
will always,
Be young
and lighter...
That barn like
me,
One heck of
a fighter.
I feel its
pain,
And
hear faint cry...
The sadness
of,
Final goodbye.
©
10/29/08 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi
playing is: Brojack
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