Hello all, and thanks for dropping in on my page. I just want to announce that my Blogspot has now surpassed 20,000 readers. When I first set up this page I had no idea that I would get this many readers to drop in. I have to admit that I had some stories to share and if I had more than one I would have accomplished my goal. So this is an indication that I'm doing a few things right. I've got many more stories in the making so new posts will be arriving soon. There are always more memories that get inspired by something happening in ordinary daily life and I always hope to remember them long enough to put them down on paper. Many thanks to all and I sincerely hope that you will drop in again.
Saturday, 11 July 2020
Tuesday, 18 February 2020
THE OLD WOOD BARN
Some time ago I was asked to do up a picture collage of some family photos that progressed through the years depicting the family's growth and development. The family came from a farm in the midwest and all grew up working and playing in the old barn on the place. As time went on the farm was sold and the barn stood empty for a number of years until the new owners slated it for demolition. The family requested some of the wood from which to build some picture frames. I diligently set up the collage and forwarded the copies which were mounted in the frames and given to each family member. Just before the presentation, I was asked to come up with a poem, which I was honored to compose. The poem I present to you.
IT BEGAN WITH TWO, A COUPLE WHO, WERE DETERMINED TO BEAT THE ODDS.
FRED ASKED JANE, WHO TOOK HIS NAME, AND THAT THRESHOLD THEY DID CROSS.
TO LIFE ON THE FARM, WITH THE OLD WOOD BARN, TO A WORLD OF HOPES AND DREAMS.
THE GOING WAS TOUGH AND DOWNRIGHT ROUGH, BUT CONTINUED 'NEATH THOSE BEAMS.
THE WINTER CAME, THEN SUN AND RAIN, THE LIVES THAT IT DID SAVE,
THROUGH WORK AND PLAY, THROUGH NIGHT AND DAY, THE SHELTER THAT IT GAVE.
THE CRIES AND GROANS, THE BROKEN BONES, NOT EVERYTHING WAS GOOD,
BUT TOOK IN STRIDE, WITH LOTS OF PRIDE, THE BARN ALL MADE OF WOOD.
BUT LIFE GOES ON, THE KIDS ARE GONE, THE BARN NOW EMPTY STANDS,
A SENTINAL, REMINDING ALL, WHAT HAPPENED ON THIS LAND.
AS IN ALL LIFE, FROM DAY TO NIGHT, NOTHING FOREVER LASTS,
BUT ALWAYS KNOW, THIS WOOD WILL SHOW, A PORTAL TO THE PAST.
TO DAYS GONE BY, AND MEMORIES HIGH, AND TIMES SO FREE FROM STRIFE,
YET LOOK FORWARD TO, THE FAMILY WHO, LIVES EVERLASTING LIFE.
THE OLD WOOD BARN
IT BEGAN WITH TWO, A COUPLE WHO, WERE DETERMINED TO BEAT THE ODDS.
FRED ASKED JANE, WHO TOOK HIS NAME, AND THAT THRESHOLD THEY DID CROSS.
TO LIFE ON THE FARM, WITH THE OLD WOOD BARN, TO A WORLD OF HOPES AND DREAMS.
THE GOING WAS TOUGH AND DOWNRIGHT ROUGH, BUT CONTINUED 'NEATH THOSE BEAMS.
THE WINTER CAME, THEN SUN AND RAIN, THE LIVES THAT IT DID SAVE,
THROUGH WORK AND PLAY, THROUGH NIGHT AND DAY, THE SHELTER THAT IT GAVE.
THE CRIES AND GROANS, THE BROKEN BONES, NOT EVERYTHING WAS GOOD,
BUT TOOK IN STRIDE, WITH LOTS OF PRIDE, THE BARN ALL MADE OF WOOD.
BUT LIFE GOES ON, THE KIDS ARE GONE, THE BARN NOW EMPTY STANDS,
A SENTINAL, REMINDING ALL, WHAT HAPPENED ON THIS LAND.
AS IN ALL LIFE, FROM DAY TO NIGHT, NOTHING FOREVER LASTS,
BUT ALWAYS KNOW, THIS WOOD WILL SHOW, A PORTAL TO THE PAST.
TO DAYS GONE BY, AND MEMORIES HIGH, AND TIMES SO FREE FROM STRIFE,
YET LOOK FORWARD TO, THE FAMILY WHO, LIVES EVERLASTING LIFE.
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