March 19th……“ARE THERE STILL LOTS OF FAMILY FARMS BACK IN MINNESOTA WHERE YOU GREW UP”? SADLY, I’M TOLD, THERE ARE NOT AS MANY AS THERE USED TO BE. 😦
POEM – “Alone Is Here” by N. Elliott Noorlun (written in 2017)
Alone is here, It seemed to say,
To anyone who, Would pass its way.
The barn stood alone, No farmer near,
And even evoked, A sense of fear.
Windows and doors, Became “eyes” and “mouth”,
For its way of life, That had traveled “south”.
No longer a farm, Where livestock would thrive,
No longer a family, To be near and alive.
In silence, yet loud, It could be heard,
The wailings of death, Yet not a word.
Those walls who harbored, All manner of life,
Now creak from the mournful, Winds of strife.
Just waiting for one, Last fate-filled blow,
That will send its misery, To the ground below.
That once proud edifice, Across our land,
When barns were the noble, Structures grand.
Back when farms, Were the happy norm,
Where humans and animals, Found “home” and warm.
I pray that the death knell, Of barns as these,
Will herald a day, When resurgent breeze,
Will draw us back, To the land again,
And barns with new life, Will come back to the plain!!!! 😉
Some thoughts: When I first gazed upon the top barn photo, it seemed to “speak to me”. Its window “eyes” and wide door “mouth” was crying out that it was lonely for its former farm life that it once enjoyed. Those “eyes” and “mouth” seemed to be wailing out in mourning and seeking solace. Thus was born this poem.