Sunday, September 5, 2010


The faded barn leans to the west
A picture of time and stillness
I glance over my father's shoulder
to glimpse the light in the doorway.

He reads me.
Yep it could use a little work.
He rakes on.
I stand behind him smoking
Hunched over from the cold,
Arms drawn in I agree
With a bouncing at the knees.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I loved this one very much! I still read it over and over ,, from time to time =D