Tag: Barns

Faded

The old barn still stands
A weathered trawler sailing
on undulating waves of
fescue gone to seed
faded like the halcyon
halcyon summer days of
small family farms
Faded
like the
Mail Pouch Tobacco
sign once so bright
on its slatted sides
Faded
as the days I
ran and played
oblivious
to age