A Barn Field With Memories
Barn’s beauty doth now seem out of place
Holding but memories of someone’s page
Lone relic image of the days gone by
Of many tears, fears, trouble and toil
Perhaps joys of many jamborees
The echoes of the times would remember
All the whole wide world be but a stage
A personal enigma of life's phase
A barn’s image of many days gone by
Left but mysteries of life’s rehearsal
The sacredness of human essence be gone
Gone from mortal view, but not forgotten
Held securely of Cosmic consciousness
In the master field of sacred memory!!
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2010
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