Saturday, December 27, 2014

"The Old Barn"



"I cannot pretend to feel impartial about colors.  I rejoice with the brilliant ones and genuinely sorry for the poor browns."  Winston Churchill

The Old Barn

I've driven by a hundred times,
never noticed how twin saplings have grown,
now frame her stoic form

but with sky drained of summer blues
and fall's kaleidoscope stilled,
her silhouette fills my eye;

rounded bales milked of springtime green
nest inside, her upper loft a frame
for light, her arching, faded roof

protective.  Weathered boards,
long since washed clean of red,
streak a pattern of age and time,

and I feel her quietly reach out
to soothe this wintery field
with a lullaby only she can sing.

by Margaret Bednar, December 27, 2014

This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Artistic Interpretations - Simply Beautiful". 

11 comments:

Björn Rudberg said...

Old wood seems to have a life of its own.. I like the two saplings growing give sense of passing time, yet she (the barn) seem to stand there as a senteniel of the fields.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh, I am so glad that someone came out in defense of the browns. I love your photo and the words offer the perfect description.

George said...

Very lovely, Margaret, both the image and the poem.

kaykuala said...

Old barn needs company and an extension of friendly presence. Living or dead the nearness of objects belie the formation of life! Great lines Marge!

Hank

Gail said...

To see the beauty in every thing makes life alive.

You have captured this beauty in photo and words.

Susan said...

Brown is my favorite color! And this poem is exquisite in personifying the barn as mother, framed by the saplings, reaching out as only love can. The poem and its tone are pure comfort to me.

Karen S. said...

Ah yes, as lovely as lovely can be this old barn and your tale of it!

Ginny Brannan said...

Such softness and beauty in your words. Love the imagery in this!

Wolfsrosebud said...

such gentleness in this... you do make browns beautiful

Dom said...

I love old barns. This one's a beauty. Your way with words blows me away.

Anne Payne said...

I love browns! Your images--picture and words--are beautiful.