The Barn from the Bedroom Window by Raymond A. Foss
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber
Out the window Down below My barn Steam, melting frost Rising to me
Spayed roof Rotten beams Hold 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 Cows-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 - The real owners now Of the barn from my bedroom window
Written 12/31/03 9:10-9:15, based on photo attached to email 12/30/03
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