As Dawn Weeps Its New Fall

As Dawn Weeps Its New Fall To the old fallen barn where fine horses once stayed Life spins its never ending yarn through an old vanishing parade. Within your rotting boards termites eat long dead trees Life existing in massive hordes busy as busy honey bees. Empty stalls, once held more now upon wide cracked walls holes were active bumble bees bore echoes heard, ghosts of farmer's calls. As dawn weeps its new fall upon dead, fallen host where once life begged its recalls of picnics, and marsh-mellow roasts. Dusk came, refused to leave its trailing dark, obeys time and loss, twins that do not grieve one dances slow, other sashays. To the old fallen barn where fine horses once stayed Life spins its never ending yarn through an old vanishing parade. Robert J. Lindley Rhyme, ( What Time And Weather Destroys ) Note: This was once a sonnet, but I thought it better to rework it into a longer poem. In that decision the ten syllable verses were changed to 6,6,8,8... My muse demanded the change so please, do not blame me.. Having lived and worked on a farm, I am very acquainted with old barns, hard work and getting up well before sunrise... etc. etc. Syllables Per Line: 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Words: 126