I love old barns,
so unapologetically themselves
How I long to romanticize them;
how they resist
I'd like to spend the night in one,
be the drum to its hollow ribs
And ere the sunlight broke its fast,
warp and melt like Dali's clock
warp and melt like Dali's clock
4 comments:
I grew up with old barns. We were still using them at the time but they still had much of this charm. All gone now. I'm saddened by that.
We have an abundance around here, Charles. I used to go by without noticing them at all. Now they have a pull on me.
They look more fun till you have to live in one. At least, in this side of the world.
Had to spend a couple of nights in one, an year ago. Mosquitoes were the nicest of the assorted insects that feasted on me there.
Also, barns with cracked roofs, are not meant for late risers like me.
I'm sure your experience would turn out much better than mine. :)
Probably not. But I DID admit that I long to romanticize them.
Mosquitoes love me. I'm their favorite flavor.
And I'm also allergic to hay.
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