Test of Time
Back in the day
I stood rigid against the sky
Dressed in crimson red
I could be seen from one hill to the next
I was the shelter for many on this land
Sometimes the farmer would stand
Pitchfork in hand
Leaning against my door frame
Watching a storm roll through
Knowing I would protect him
Summer time my mouth hung open
As they filled me with square meals
Of sweet smelling hay
Through the white winters
I held in the warmth for my friends
As they bedded down for the night
Through the years
My naked boards have peeled skin deep
I now moan and groan
Leaning slightly to the left
Against the Iowa winds
Few seek my shelter
Afraid my boarded bones will splinter
Yet I still stand here
As a reminder to all who pass
That these memories are what
Hold me together
Standing against the test of the
Midwest time
Jennifer Kiesling (c)2016
Copyright © Jennifer Kiesling | Year Posted 2017
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