Barn

I love barns and going barning. I was inspired to write this long over due poem by a beautiful barn photograph of a red barn on Tyler for Turtles’ blog. The photograph below is mine and not nearly as good as Tyler’s. Enjoy the poem.
Barn
Barn

Stalwart of field and pasture
strutting watch over the land
in chunky-heeled boots
and deep-red lipstick.

Her broad birthing hips are
girded by the strength of field-stone walls.

Her fertile mow
a heaving bosom of soft hay
spilling from her loose corset.

Crossed doors
slide over her warm heart
welcoming the herd home each night
relieving their milk-burden
with firm hands.

She is well-worn mother
and lover to the land,
thick waisted
with a sun-wrinkled grinning face
and loose board walls
inviting the summer breezes
that stroke the wheat
and impregnate the corn.

She is the farm.
With wide arms open
she is always there
through rain and drought.
Always strong
through blight and plenty.
Always loving
through birth and death.

Barn feeds us
and connects us to the so
and reminds us that we need the land.

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About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to “light the gloomy corners of the world.” She facilitates writing workshops both online and face-to-face and is a dynamic speaker on inspiration, innovation, change, and healing. Dawn believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her business and her blog are called: create the dawn.
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