Heidi Sands Poet Free verse

The Barn's Story

Worn wood is on the barn
like wrinkles from a hard life
Many long years have passed
It served its purpose, now filled
Things people didn't want to let go 
As I walk toward the entrance,
I could feel memories burn
Not mine, but others that are left behind
It is like the flowering scent of Lilac
It stays, it does not leave
I thought I could hear chicken clucking,
along this dirt path with weathered dips
Rosy colors emerging in the sky, remind me why
we hold onto things that are so precious
No matter how old or worn, it doesn't matter
The barn is full, there is no emptiness
Then, sun gives reminders of color before dark
It is quiet, but for some creaks
Those are just the old barn speaking
For there is always a story to be told 


Heidi Sands

3/1/24

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Ink Empress March 7, 2024 at 3:07 AM I agree with what you have conveyed here dead heidi, what a deep and moving write this is, so well crafted and flows just seamlessly too. I especially love the lines “ No matter how old or worn, it doesn't matter The barn is full, there is no emptiness” soulful! Pleasure reading your work. Sending you light always Heidi Sands March 7, 2024 at 3:14 AM Thank you for your kind comment :)

Bj Legros Kelley March 6, 2024 at 5:31 PM Oh, I do know what you portrayed in this beautiful poem Heidi, sometimes there seems to be a soft echo of the once busy life lived within the walls of the old buildings. I love old barns, built by many community members, and so crucial to the farm life. I hate to see old barns taken down, I know that of course time takes it's toll, and for the sake of safety, they reach the end of a long, long life. This is a beautifully nostalgic write. I love it <3 Heidi Sands March 7, 2024 at 3:13 AM Thank you so much BJ. I am happy you love it :)

Karen Jones March 6, 2024 at 2:40 PM This is pensive and how valuable it is to see the beauty and character in things. The barn has purpose and charm and despite being weathered is still useful and valued. Great job! Heidi Sands March 7, 2024 at 3:12 AM Thank you Karen :)

Joe Maverick March 6, 2024 at 2:07 PM The companioship of memory, seen through Familiarity of surrounds Heidi, there often are times, I sense the records of lives lived in Or around buildings and well known areas.' Heidi Sands March 6, 2024 at 2:24 PM Yes, it can happen. Thank you for your visit and comment Joe. I hope you have a nice evening :)

Daniel Henry Rodgers March 6, 2024 at 11:28 AM Dear Heidi, Your poem is a lovely tribute to a weathered structure's enduring memories and significance. You beautifully convey the essence of the barn's history and the nostalgic emotions it evokes through your evocative imagery and emotive language. The worn wood becomes a metaphor for a life well-lived, filled with cherished memories and untold stories. Your words are filled with a sense of warmth and appreciation for the enduring value of the past. This is such a heartfelt reflection on the beauty of preservation and the richness of life's experiences. - Blessings, Daniel Heidi Sands March 6, 2024 at 12:03 PM Thank you so much Daniel. I appreciate your kind feedback. It is nice to see your comment. Blessings :)

Anne-Lise Andresen March 6, 2024 at 7:43 AM - I can smell and feel the barn ... the animals and the dry grass from last year ... the cat comes sneaking ... lovely poem, Heidi :) - hugs ? Heidi Sands March 6, 2024 at 7:46 AM Thank you Anne-Lise. I can see it brought you there. Hugs! :)

JC Brul March 5, 2024 at 7:01 AM Very nostalgic! This poem resonates with me dear Heidi. Thank you for sharing. This is a fave! Heidi Sands March 5, 2024 at 7:17 AM Thanks so much JCB . I am happy to hear that. I appreciate the Fave too. I hope you have a nice day :)

Silent One March 3, 2024 at 12:54 PM Yes you are right...Wonderful story telling my friend Heidi Sands March 3, 2024 at 12:56 PM Thank you Silent One :)

Joseph May March 3, 2024 at 9:32 AM The barn holds many memories and is never empty, Well penned Heidi Heidi Sands March 3, 2024 at 9:34 AM Thanks so much Joseph :)

Vijay Pandit March 2, 2024 at 6:51 AM You take the reader on a special journey--through treasured memories, my friend. I too heard the old barn speaking. --Rosy colors emerging in the sky, remind me why we hold onto things that are so precious No matter how old or worn, it doesn't matter The barn is full, there is no emptiness---awesome! A FAVE! Heidi Sands March 2, 2024 at 10:28 AM Thank you so much for appreciating my story in this poem. It is nice to hear your feedback I am so grateful for your support and the Fave too. ! :)

Tom Cunningham March 2, 2024 at 1:22 AM They certainly hold a treasure trove of memories Heidi, When I see an old dilapidated ruin I try and picture it in its heyday and try and picture who lived there. Enjoy your weekend. Tom Heidi Sands March 2, 2024 at 5:28 AM True. Thank you Tom. I hope you have a great day :)

Hilda Greenhough March 1, 2024 at 6:42 PM Old places give me these feelings, too. A lot of old momentoes had stories from times past. Heidi Sands March 1, 2024 at 6:53 PM Yes they certainly do. Thank you.for your comment on this. I hope your evening is going well :)