The Old Barn’s Tin

around summer’s corner
peeked autumn’s wind
her golden hands
tugging at the old barn’s tin
like love from a child
tugging at a kite string

behind hollow clouds
geese lonesome echo
poppa gathering hay
beneath sunsets shadow

autumn evening deceased
brown rabbits hopping
katydids shrilling
wheat seeds are popping

inside a distant abyss
children voices singing
hayrides over hill tops
[maybe a lover’s wish granted]
a tooth fairy is bringing

fox hounds resting
dreaming morning glory
old men in flannel shirts
reciting Robert Frost poetry

grandma’s cheek rosy
musty dimes smelting
neighbors coming,going
mint leaves melting

sweet hickory smoke
a childhood thought
jumping in piles pf leaves
the whirlwind brought


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