The old barn is
not empty,
Filled with
ghosts from long ago...
In winter
sagging roof looks frail,
Beneath a
heavy snow.
Yet stubbornly
the barn remains,
Refuses to
collapse...
Protecting
memories inside,
The remnants
of its' past.
The corners
filled with cobwebs now,
The loft still
with the dust...
From bales of
hay and straw stored there,
Door hinges
squeak from rust.
The weathered
look from years of time,
Embed like
perfect catch...
While wrinkles
on my aging face,
Make us a
perfect match.
Sight of the
barn still hanging on,
Is testament of
sort...
Longevity comes
with our strength,
And
life not always short.
© 01/08/10
Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Call Your
Name
