Poetry: Old Barn Stories

The old barn stood.
Laced with time.
Stories it weaved,
through tattered boards,
and peeling paint.
The weather had
stolen her beauty.
Secrets lie beneath
layers of shingles.
She remain forever
carved in the dirt.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017 – urbanpoetry2017.com

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Linda J. Wolff is an interurban word spinner and extrovert through many coffee-stained papers and owned by Rookie the hyperactive Pomeranian dog at Urban Poetry.

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