That Old Red Barn
THAT OLD RED BARN
That old red barn, she was well known -
She had bleached timbers, blue roof half gone,
Baton and board construction,
And a loft with hay -
And with Emily.
One Saturday afternoon in May
Was my introduction to barn design and her design
Was elegant of frame and line,
Clad very lightly, close-fitting and fine,
But with revealing shape and tone.
Outside, well sunbrowned and wind blown,
A thing of nature almost uncivilized, unknown.
She opened easily to the touch,
Resisting and squealing but not much.
Inside warm and soft with such
Welcoming recesses where I loved
Hiding and very carefully explored.
She was designed to receive. And
My experience was broadened through
The barn’s red door and roof of blue -
And by Emily too.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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