….and so i sit,
watching the pages of my mind,
un-fold before my eyes in splendor,
surrounded by this old barn and it’s love….
….old wood and new wood gathered here,
calling out my name to come and rest a while,
and so after a day of work i leave all behind,
to visit with an old friend as friends will do….
….no-secrets between us but what tales we tell,
stories of what has been and our dreams to come,
shared feelings of how it might have been done,
and the pains and joys that have left us in tears….
….it’s no-secret that my days are numbered lesser,
while this one is still in the throes of ‘urban re-new-all’,
my hands gave this one new life from the pit of hell,
as i stood before a dozer’s blade that panted for more….
….i fear no-evil shall come our way till time is up….
and on that day we part our ways from terra’s clutch,
i know that i have been bettered by knowing his ways,
as all-so this old barn has been born from my soul….
….from the eyes of my imagination i can still see far,
but from the eyes of his ridge pole he has told me more,
the original builder of this barn assembled with ‘his-story’,
down in concord where they stood up to red-coats….
….and fired the shot “heard round the world”
while this barn was still a mix match of various pieces
awaiting transportation from the hurricane off the cape,
so much barn story here and even more to come….
”….work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/