an old barn standing all alone
among faded, summer growth...overgrown
autumn highlighted in the puddling rain
the look of solemn sadness, forebodes of grief, of pain
once there was beauty, among this desolate place
once there was life, from the human race
majestic greatness, now withered to gray
while the plundered land stands desolate, in mute dismay
what does the rain conceal, this dark and stormy day
only a voice forever silent, come what may
farewell, old barn, may you find peace at last
as man reflects on his future, may he repent his past~
Happy Paint Party Friday to all!!! AND Happy St. Patty's Day, too!!!
|A bouquet of shamrocks in the hostas with tiny white wildflowers for St. Patty's Day~|
Thank you Eva and Kristin for hosting PPF. It is a group filled with talented artists and wonderfully, friendly people. I am so happy to be a member!!!
Have a great day everyone~