Barn Stories

So far away the prairies range my loveThe vistasAnd the memoriesAs well We pause our gaze in recognition nowBecause we passed this way once long ago And in a hollow rests the storied barn Its shadows touchedWith dusty sunlit swirls Your hand is resting on my leg my loveYour dreamy eyes are crinkled In a smile As both of us recall our visit hereDown by the scoured channel's mossy damp Just recently the firesWere burning br...

It was going to be a typical late July day. Rather than spending the whole summer stuck in day camp, Mom and Dad had offered that I could stay most of it at my grandparents’ house. Their house was an hour and a half away, and I’d been told it was right on the border between the suburbs and rural farmland. Just about every time we were there, grandma or grandpa would talk about how the farmers kept selling their properties...