The Old Barn

August 2007 is almost gone. How time flies! When we were kids events seemed to happen slow, now, they fly by! Today, I would like to share this poem and water color painting with you.

The Old Barn

The old barn was worn
Looking rugged and gray.
The siding was broken.
With places decayed.

The roofing was bent,
Rusty and torn.
Holes were a plenty.
It looked forlorn.

It’s color all gone,
Leaving only a tint.
It’s only imagined,
What color it’s been.

Hidden secrets,
Remain of days gone by.
Never revealing,
Changing times and why.



Connie Lavy (c) 2006

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