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, 2014
© Susie Swanson, 2014
Susie, I feel sad when I see a bran falling down , or apart...You can not replace them for it would have taken to keep it up. Now they do those pole barns. There's a house down on the next road. I have seen it go from a white house to one stripped of all paint, now leaning so far that I wonder how it is even standing at all. Sad. Blessings to you. xoxo,Susie
ReplyDeleteI agree Susie. It makes me so sad. Thank you so much.
DeleteThose old barns hold a lot of good memories. Sweet poem, Susie.
ReplyDeleteThey sure do. Thank you Daisy.
DeleteMy sister and I spent many happy hours in our grandparents' barn. It was a happy place to us, with cows being fed and milked and that wonderful hayloft to spend time in daydreaming. Thank you for the reminder of days long past.
ReplyDeleteYour memories are the same as mine. Thank you Elaine.
DeleteWishing you a very happy & Prosperous New Year ..Thanks for all the support! Keep writing! Keep lighting!…BEST PRAYERS FOR FUTURE!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Adhi. Happy New Year to you and lots of prayers.
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