When the Barn Door Closes
within this barn one has seen the hours long spent
days on end without excuse but always with much content
before the rising of the sun to end of the horizon
cattle here, cattle there and aloft is a American bison.
resting breaks are when you can, no such times
moos of the cows one by one, smother the dusty chimes
daily chores are scheduled and delayed by strolling cows
but never a scowl or lowering of the eyebrows
no able time to visit the park and feed the birds
short trip to the table for chow and dish out a few words
life was there under those lofted bales of hay
no luck for time out to picnic on any day
but seasons change and life becomes a darn
the fields will wilt when a farmer leaves the barn.
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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