The Rusty Barn © 3.23.15 Sherry Bach

Some might say that it is just an old rusty shack

No use repairing it, it'll never get its life back

With damage to the parts that protect what is inside

Memories of laughter, the place where I cried

Wooden slats for the walls no longer come together

Shrunk by the elements, ruined by the weather

Tarnished metal shingles fought the good fight

When tornado winds came late that spring night

Curled up on the edges into a twist

Where they tried to hold on but couldn't resist

But now the sunlight streams fully through

Within deep crevices giving a clearer view

Sometimes what seems like a terrible loss

Is a beautiful reminder of the bridge that we crossed