Alabama raised & proud! Where summer starts in April, front porches are wide & words are long. We don't have fireflies, we have lightning bugs, macaroni & cheese is a vegetable, pecan pie is a staple, y'all is a proper pronoun, chicken is fried, & biscuits come with gravy. Everything is darling & someone is always getting their heart blessed.
For National Poetry Month here is one of my not great but heart felt poems. Y'all have to remember I'm a fiction writer not a poet but I like to try.
The Barn
Smells assault the senses
Horses, manure, hay
A haven free of fences
Misunderstandings fade
Puppies run to greet me
Attack my laces, lick my face
Wanting to be fed
My horse blows and stomps
A blanket in the loft
I read of perfect worlds
Stroking my cat, so soft
Dreams spin and whirl
Years past, I’m now a Mom
Dropping by for a visit
My children go to the barn
Old dreams fade but new ones begin
Age, the barn must pay the cost
A dozer chews at rotten wood
As our haven is lost
My children and I sob
Metal beams and metal sides
Foundation of concrete
New dreams begin inside
The barn
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