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| THIS SITE CREATED AND OWNED BY JACKIE LANE |
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| Old Barn
Bleached by summer sunshine Bearing bitter winter storms Stands an old decrepit barn Straining to hold her form. Secrets of her past Unfold before my eyes As visions of her history Draw from me a sigh. I ponder of the likeness Of this body, and the barn Each weathered just a bit From life lived on the farm The sun has tanned this flesh My eyes, have somewhat dimmed On my lap, I still hold children With these slight, unsteady limbs. When this frame has fallen I'll leave it all behind In hopes that a few treasures Someone else will surely find |
