Delipated Barn
By Blushfulmoon
Sunflowers nod their lazy heads up the old beaten path, Bees hum and hover Golden grass bends in the field, A splash of red sumac Adds color to the old beaten barn door, Hinges screech, the board moans Shades of cows linger, You can almost hear the whispering bellows The knickering of horses, Echoes in the stall Hens cluck and strut Some in straw filled pens, To hide eggs in empty stalls, The spirit of the trusted beagle hound, Stands like a shadow at the door All the animals are gone, But not their spirit The old beaten down barn, Has kept their memories alive and well Written April 20th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 04:58 PM PST, Susan Vessels 0 • 10
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"Sunflowers nod their lazy heads up the old beaten path,..."