Thursday, July 7, 2011

Old Barn

An old barn sits silent
Deep in the wood.
Quietly watching time pass
As it should.
It knows a secret
...Few seem to know.
Time flies by
Even as days pass slow.
Silence is beauty
Age has its grace.
Life is still lived
At a much calmer pace.
Sit a while with me
Watch if you will
Learn from that barn
It can teach us still.

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