Standing in the meadows
And on the hilltops green.
Barns and old forgotten things,
Memories, hopes and dreams.
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Standing tall in a better day,
Housing cows and all.
Now, a bit in disarray,
Timbers ready to fall.
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Shape and size and color, too,
As many as the stars.
One by one they disappear,
Not noticed from afar.
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Copyright © 2011 LeRoy Dean All Rights Reserved
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OK, ‘fess up. Did you really write this on a typewriter??? Beautifully done! My husband is also a writer and poet (not by profession), and do we get to meet Bonnie? I’m new on your blog, so maybe I’ve just seen the post yet.
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Your blog is a calming balm for the soul weary of the vacuous busyness of this world. Thanks for sharing what God has put in your heart. A huge blessing. May it be returned to you manifold.
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First poem I’ve read about barns. I love old barns…they have such character.
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