Saturday, February 24, 2007

Old Barns



Ontario winter, and roots in black soil of century past,
white covered, snow laden.

with barn of garnished grey and no-longer virgin knots
or planks, and garish door of crimson.

History, passing, stops to capture moment of
the day, this fleeting year.

Sturdy byre soon t'will be gone, and -
well, shall a grandchild know
or remember?

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