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 Рurbanpoetry2017.com
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Linda J. Wolff is an interurban word spinner and extrovert through many a coffee-stained paper and owned by Rookie the hyperactive Pomeranian dog at Urban Poetry. ...Join her quest to capture the real souls of all humanitarians across the Universe through digital art and poetry. ...As a teacher of life, she'll offer encouraging tips for growing your blog through social graces and internet marketing.

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