SOMEWHERE IN THE WEST
The old (marvelous)
barn
somewhere
in the west
(doesn't matter where)
Was looking out
as if with
a giant
square eye on yet
another
cool, fresh autumn morn
--one more, maybe
in its hundredth year
Was it totally abandoned?
No more
milking cows or stabling
saddle horses?
Not likely "abandoned" ----
Maybe a home now
for the usual
denizens
like barn swallows
mud-daubers, crows,
and likely
A skunk, a slinky weasel,
a solitary porcupine
a random scorpion
and who knows what
creatures
Every being needs a home
and
the rather nice earthy
smell of old sweet hay
decaying
in the barn floor, plus its
slight warmth
can be appealing
to critters
(Ky-oties don't cotton
much to barns---
forget them)
Now a little fragrant
left-over hay
in the hayloft
would attract a
roving-line-cowboy...
It would be a perfect place
to throw
his bedroll
(with his tarp)
Any shelter
appeals
to a cowboy
Were the cracks
planned
or
was the wood
green...and shrank?
And who stole
the door?
The world seems
to have passed
on by
and who cares
anyway
about an old barn
with a square eye
I'll tell you who
Those with perception---
poetry in their souls
Those with eyes for
beauty...and history...
Those seeking meaning
and inspiration
(tired of the madding
crowds)
Those who seek
solitude
cool mountain air...
.....and peace.
*************
BY MIL
10/16/16
Photographer unknown
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