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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

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