WHEN THE DREAM DIED

overgrown barn

Pigeons roosted each night
Swallows nested over the door
Ruts from parked cars healed
Lush, green grass revealed
Memories faded from that day
The pain never went away

Auctioneer’s cajoled, hollered
Pride, dignity, sold for dollars
Family members worked the crowd
Hid, what they couldn’t say out loud
Somehow, all was well
Only time would tell

Rough hands that tilled the soil
Became tired from years of toil
Inner fires burned no longer
A family’s dream died that day
By pen stroke, signed away
The meadowlark still flew
Killdeer cried as if they never knew

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–Image from Mike’s Look at Life,” original title “Overgrown Barn”

Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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