Weathered
Weathered and worn
But oh so proudly
The old barn preened in the summer
Mid-day sun
He had seen her earlier,
Noticed her shape, angles
On the drive to his desk and cube
But now she shown
The aged wood, elephant skin
Or maybe the skin of a Burmese elder
Lit at the edge of the cut field
Tawny, creosote, browns in varied hues
Tingled his fancy, his synapses
Starkness of the vertical and horizontal lines
Breaking the field and forests
Softer edges
Ready for a picture or two
To catch the eye, the imagination
Of the traveler of the byway
Proud in its skin
In the light
– Raymond A. Foss
One of the many awesome places we visited in Vermont was a farm where they rescue, among other things, old barns. This was just one of the many very cool barns on the property. I am almost done editing images from New England so I felt like since that is where most of my energy went today it was appropriate to dip into those files for today’s post. I reviewed a number of poems about old barns but most of them seemed so negative. I liked this one because it spoke of the majesty of the old barn rather than decadence as I hope my photo does too.