Old school painted barns
some used for advertising
some owners treasure
Categories:
mail pouch, beauty,
Form: Senryu
The old red barn once stood proud
Against the storm, paying
Its own way with the Mail Pouch
Sign, brimming with hay
It staved winter's starving chill
A vanguard of stubborn will.
But now the storms have racked
The bones and flailed the bloody flesh
Torn away the shingles and
Raked across the giant yellow letters,
Letting in the cold and bitter air
Left the rubble for the vacant stare.
Categories:
mail pouch, america, farm, memory,
Form: Pastoral
The dusty, old farmhouse
Sits in the hills
Part of the past of Mail Pouch barns
and Burma Shave signs that we
Paused to read on afternoon drives.
The veranda is sagging,
An old hound is scratching,
Cattle lethargically react to the heat
As ducks scurry nowhere
Cackling and scolding.
Mister and Missus,
Oblivious to all,
Sit on the porch waiting for nothing,
She with a fan from First Bible Church
And he with a plug in his cheek.
An old wringer washer stands in the corner,
Been there since they can't remember,
But possessions are hard to part with.
Categories:
mail pouch, life, nostalgia, old, old,
Form: I do not know?