The Old Red Barn

The morning sun glows the orange horizon. Children asleep, soundless, in the back seat, The daybreak dew sparkles on breezy leaves. Sunflowers bow toward the distant east. Winding roads traversing far-off landscapes. The hum of the engine mesmerizes. Peacefulness shines through a few floating clouds. Blueness not quite showing in skies above - No other vehicle for miles around. The window rolled part way down, breathes freshness. Golden grains wave with poise in western fields Black and white cows moo, in pastures, grazing. Wake up! Look Children! I remember well. The old red barn in the distance, smiling. © November 4, 2010 Dane Smith-Johnsen