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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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Verlecia Fields Date: 8/7/2017 7:40:00 AM The poem made me think of a new red barn at first - then a barn as the years passed and then a old barn with not paint dry and old surrounded by winter and sometime summer Login to Reply Jennifer Kiesling Date: 8/8/2017 11:28:00 AM perfect! I wrote it to a picture I took on a road trip of a barn from back in the day. Just think of all the stories it holds!!

Glen Schwartz Date: 7/24/2017 3:58:00 PM Beautiful write , I can picture the old weathered barn and I feel you captured the stories it would tell.. Well done .. I enjoyed every line.. Your Friend Glen :) Login to Reply Jennifer Kiesling Date: 8/8/2017 11:29:00 AM :) Thank you Glen!