Silent barns and empty silos stand in testimony to a time that was and now has been placed on the front pages of a dusty scrapbook A time when mailmen on appointed rounds engaged in split rail conversations and housewives....were all that the title entails. Silent barns and empty silos occupy the landscape of our memories to guide us down the gravel road that leads from the busy freeway.
------------------ if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming.
Hey, Robert, I remember when the mail was delivered twice each day! Oh, my Lord, I'm tellin' my age again.Wonder when that was, See I'm even too old to remember, LOL Yes, I love the picture you painted. ------------------ Yesterday is history, tomorrow just a mystery. And if today is good to me how could I ask for more?
[This message has been edited by Ohme (edited 11-21-1999).]
Glen Hope, PA USA
I'm So. California born and raised... I'm so city-fied that I, not only once but twice mistook a deer in the middle of the road for a large dog! LOL... anyway... great poem here RobertB and I don't even have to really think about the meaning on this one ... but it did make me think of the pictures my mom showed me of the farm she grew up on back in Canada. Talk about being dirt poor... their walls were no more than the black tar paper you see on unstuccoed walls and the cross streets were two dirt roads without names. No thanks! But your poems... well you just keep em' comin'.
[This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (edited 11-22-1999).]
Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
I've got one of each....one empty and one silent. This poem hits home. I think many times the author doesn't really know if his poem will really hit home with someone or not. For what it's worth, yours did.
Oh thank you guys very much!! It really means a lot to me that it brought back memories and that it "hit" home. That makes it all worth it. Well....I guess I would keep on writing even if it didn't!!! But that is a nice bonus.