The Red Barn Remembers

The red barn stands, silhouetted against the sky. An oak tree wraps its tired limbs about her as if to protect her from time and age. Her roof is sagging, color faded , An errant plume of red along her frame. Yet, proudly she stands, remembrance of a happy time. Shelter from the rain, children Playing in her hair, lovers hiding in her shadows. Beauty I see now, not bright, not boastful. With dignity and respect she bows to age.