The Barn from the Bedroom Window – v2

Roll over, snooze hit

Warm covers, cold morn’;

Morning light

Piercing my slumber

Out the window

Down below

My barn sits;

Steam, melting frost

Rising to me

Splayed roof

Rotten beams;

Holding shingles

On rusted nails

Old weathered slats

Elephant skin

Slate Grey, green grey

And darker still;

Wet permeated wood

Ancient windows

Bobbled glass;

Clouded for years,

A cow’s-eye view of the world

Ivy clinging

Up the wall

Burrowed into the wood;

Its tendrils rent

Between the boards

Reaching for

Sunlight over the roofline

The door, a maw

Dirt floor, hard packed

Sweet summer hay;

Now winter food,

Bedding, insulation

Storage for farm equipment,

Old forgotten belongings,

Of dead owners;

And an occasional animal enter,

The real owners now

Of the barn from my bedroom window

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edited December 20, 2015

The Barn from the Bedroom Window – v2

posted February 10, 2004

Written 12/31/03 9:10-9:15,

based on photo attached to email 12/30/03

from Julie Howard of barn at the Kimball Estate.

The Barn from the Bedroom Window

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/02/barn-from-bedroom-window.html

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