Sunday, January 5, 2014

I Must Wait





Time has not kept its promise to me
It came and went like yesterday’s wind
I once was useful as could be
Now I sit here where grasses bend

Each day the voices still pleasantly ring
Of happy days that were well spent
 That old hayloft meant everything
The animals were always so content

A place to lay their heads at night
Those pesky chickens I miss more
 Many things were never far from sight
Coming and going through that big door

I lay hold upon many enduring things
Bitter winds and rain have come my way
Children’s voices still flies with earnest wings
And many old timers kneeled down to pray

Now I too, like any old timer must lie
In wait for someone to walk in
To tell my stories and not question why
So I can draw strength from it time and again

© Susie Swanson, 2013






21 comments:

  1. Susie, you do draw strength from cherished memories...But there are blessings yet to behold as new memories are made everyday. I love to sit at the feet of people such as yourself and learn about a life that was so different from my own.
    In this world with such rapidly changing times and ways, people need to learn about the old tried and true ways when things may have been tougher in many ways, yet richer and fuller.
    God gave you this gift of story telling.
    Blessings and love~ Lisa

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    1. Awe, thank you so much Lisa. I'm so glad you enjoy them. I sure do enjoy writing them and I can't help but tell a story. It seems the stories come more easily. You have enriched me with your sweet words. Blessings and love to you.

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  2. I knew such a barn once, but it's been gone a long time now. We spent many hours playing inside the corn crib with dolls and mud pies. I love you memory poems!

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    1. Thank you so much Charlotte. You brought back more memories for me. I loved to play in an old barn too.

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  3. Some of the best stories to be told come from the old timers. :) They are true treasures. Nice poem, Susie.

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  4. Such a beautiful poem.
    I am slowly turning into an old timer, but for some reason it seems easier to be in my sixties than it was in my fifties.
    We all have nice stories to tell.
    I am all ears:)

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    1. Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoy them. It's easier for me now than when I was more young.

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  5. What an utterly perfect poem. I am in tune with it. The first line captured me and drew me in,

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  6. Your poems will leave a beautiful legacy for your loved ones to tell your stories! Keep writing, your strength shines through. Hugs to you

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  7. How precious! Some of my happiest memories are of my grandparents' big old red barn. My sister and I loved playing there.

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    1. Thank you Elaine. Old barns sure do make a lot of memories.

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  8. I love your poems Susie! They are words from your heart!

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  9. Waiting for ANYTHING is hard for me. I am not very patient... BUT--sometimes we HAVE to wait.... When we wait, good can come out of that experience... Love your poems --and this one is another great one.
    Hugs,
    Betsy

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    1. You are so right about the waiting . Thank you so much.

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  10. Susie,
    I loved this poem and the photo is great, too. It's hard for me to wait. This is a wonderful poem and brings back many memories of my childhood.
    I hope you are well and staying warm during this cold weather.

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    1. Thank you Brenda. We are hanging in there as best as we can.

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  11. Hi Susie! There is an old hay loft that looks just like this not far from our home. I have often driven by and wondered when it was built, what it was used for, what the area here must have looked like 50 or a 100 years ago. I have never lived in a place that had so many little hidden and overgrown buildings. All of them tell a story of generations past. I love finding out the stories. Have a wonderful friday! With Love, Delisa :)

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