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Premium Member That Old Red Barn

I still remember that old barn so red; a center point of my youth;
Pickle barrels in the cellar; cows on the ground floor and hay stored in the loft.

I rode the John Deere a thousand times in and out of her wide, always opened doors;
Plowing fields near and far, but with her redness never out of my distant sight.

She housed the cows we milked and the tools we used throughout the long, hard day;
And, she was our playground on those summer days when chores were done by noon.

I remember her beautiful, natural smell that our city cousins abhorred;
And, I knew every nook and cranny that I could hide in to get away from their whines.

We would swing on the rope out of the loft, landing on piles of freshly cut hay;
And, just lay quietly in the night with a cool summer breeze passing through her doors.

It was in this red haven that I birthed my first calf and learned how to set a broken leg;
And, it was high in the loft with my high school sweetheart that I first became a man.

The farm that housed that wondrous red barn is now a mall parking lot;
But, the memories of lessons learned within are forever blazoned upon my mind.
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Form: Couplet


Summer Dreams Cloud Autumn Streams

Harvest moon christens autumn's 
regal jubilee
But festive soul pants for June's, 
Rose moon matinee
Autumn's leaves sparkle with newly 
minted sleeves
Yet my mellowed heart for 
summer's jade cloak grieves
Bold colors tinge forest canvas 
with newly painted eaves
But my insatiable eyes for the 
silted, summer meadow seethes
Autumn's mountain orchards with 
crisp, tart apple scents tease
Still my truant nostrils long July's, 
blackberry aroma to breathe
Swirling autumn winds through 
trees a  blithe melody wheeze
But muffled ears strain to hear 
soothing rhythms of a summer 
breeze
My footsteps trod over the quilted 
carpet of autumn's fallen leaves
Yet tingling feet long summer's 
soft, clover strands soles to fleece
Form: Rhyme

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