Weathered by Raymond A. Foss
Weathered and worn But oh so proudly The old barn preened in the summer Mid-day sun
He had seen her earlier, Noticed her shape, angles On the drive to his desk and cube
But now she shown The aged wood, elephant skin Or maybe the skin of a Burmese elder Lit at the edge of the cut field
Tawny, creosote, browns in varied hues Tingled his fancy, his synapses Starkness of the vertical and horizontal lines Breaking the field and forests Softer edges
Ready for a picture or two To catch the eye, the imagination Of the traveler of the byway Proud in its skin In the light
August 17, 2005 16:02
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