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“Old Foundation”

By Mac

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Amidst the tangle of trumpet vines,Young saplings and half rotted stumpsWhere buffalo grass is near head highAn old stone foundation silently restsIt bore the full weight for many yearsAn unpainted wooden barn, I’ve been toldBut the structure is long gone nowThe foundation all that is left to showIn the middle stands a black locust treeI judge to be at least forty feet tallLong sharp thorns glistening redIn the light of cool evening sunA replacement for the old barn perhapsI believe the foundation thinks this tooThe kinship of stone and wood foundBeginning those many long years agoI’ve thought about removing the treeBut have decided to let it standEven a foundation needs a companion, Long winter days and nights ahead Written October 5th, 2001 © on Oct 05 2001 12:20 AM PST, RD McManes   0 • 10

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"Amidst the tangle of trumpet vines,Young saplings and half rotted stumpsWhere buffalo grass is near head highAn old stone foundation silently restsIt bore the full weight for many yearsAn unpainted wooden barn, I’ve been toldBut the structure is long gone nowThe foundation all that is left to showIn the middle stands a black locust treeI judge to be at least forty feet tallLong sharp thorns glistening redIn the light of cool evening sunA replacement for the old barn perhapsI believe the foundation thinks this tooThe kinship of stone and wood foundBeginning those many long years agoI’ve thought about removing the treeBut have decided to let it standEven a foundation needs a companion, Long winter days and nights ahead..."

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