Eternal Farm Rings
I sat and watched
the interweaving bands
of silver ribbons
on Grandma's barn
dance and twirl
over the red wooden doors,
and gently tap
the stained glass windows
on the side facing Old Miller's Lane,
And I thought I saw
the ribbons holding hands
as they leaped over the brook,
streaming in golden hay
by a willow tree
where they once swung and played,
kissing under the purple snap-dragons
in the vase on Grandpa's grave.
Copyright © Joplin Sell | Year Posted 2005
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