
Old Barns
Timber of ancestral forefathers;
Settlers from the days of woodlands old;
Glory be to the historic chestnut;
Harvested from kindled forest of gold…
Hand hewn plod lumbers;
The richness of long leaf pine;
Squared with a steady adze;
Draft horses were all in line…
Hauling the timber of redwood;
White, black, willows, scarlet and oak;
The barns of yesteryear;
Erected upon earthen soils baroque…
A majestic forgotten beauty;
Pioneered from our settlers sawn;
The old barns of structural solidity;
Still erect in the agelessness now foregone…
(Written: March 6th, 2009 12:26 p/m)
In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love
Embraced ~ Embrassé
poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique
Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley
Love the old feel and melonchaly look of this picture and those times!
Love the deep feel you write with Vic! This is a Libray treasure...Thank YOU!
WE have old barns like this down the road away, in another town that I must STOP and stare at, and linger awhile! and do, just pull my JEEP over... to take pictures of what inspires, now that's more effort - I must do! MAY MUCH INSPIRE YOU!!!
MUST HAVE MORE! but now it's like HISTORY!
DREAM BIG!
DREAM ON!
INSPIRE MUCH!
Taking pictures is Fun huh! KEEP IT UP, you only get BETTER! and LEARN more on your fun journey ahead!
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings of LOVE and BRIGHT LIGHT, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo
Beautiful poetry accompanied by a wonderful photograph.
It is so amazing what subjects one may find right around in their own neighborhoods that with just one click of a button may be brought to life.
A wonderful sharing Victoria,
~Gwendolyn
Edwin
I'm saving this one..
Thank you Victoria!
Blessings,
Vesna :)
Lovely poetry to compliment your photography.
Good tidings and blessings to you spirit sister,
Amber"V"
My mother's house was over 100 years old, as was its barn. If history has a feel...I felt it there in those buildings. Give me modern any day. I can appreciate the older buildings but there's always a feeling in them of being watched. You brought me back to Laura Ingalls Wilder days with this post. Love and Hugs,
Sheila
I love this poem. Your words say more than the picture ever could. Thank you and be well, Liz
Regis xo
What we admire here his the handicraft of people that respected the land and did their work with callous hands that brought bread to the table, with no hurry, knowing that tomorrow will be another day of labor and talks with the horses pulling the plough.
Georg
Linda
I was a kid and used to visit my Aunt Ella in Gloucester VA.
-gene.
hugs
Fee
you've done a beautiful job of bringing our ancestry, sometimes forgotten back to life. And I love the picture!
Mary
DOES THIS GREAT PLACE BELONG TO YOU?
STAY HAPPY.
DAVE.