This is a re-post of ‘The Rusty Ol’ Barn’ since I found some old pictures to add to it….

The Poet's Crafts

Nature, in all her beauty, will, at times, in the split of a second, compromise all what’s good in our life and put a spin to our existence.  Sometimes we survive and sometimes, we don’t.

Fortunately, where I live, natural calamities have not been common.  They have not been non-existent, either.  Floods, blizzards, heat, drought, lightning and thunderstorms are the hazards that nature throws at us the most to keep us alert.  But, occasionally, Mother Nature shows up unexpectedly to remind us how small and insignificant we are to her powers.  In the early morning hours of July 4th, 1980, she showed up at the farm and I wasn’t home but my family was.

 

The Rusty Ol’ Barn

The rusty ol’ barn is not like it was years ago.
Her rafters creak loudly when the wind starts to blow.
Threshers that once whistled tunes from her roof,
quickly light…

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  1. Julie Catherine

    Love it!

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