Tobacco Barns (Revised)

Tobacco Barns in Mt. Sterling


grassy pastures peek inside dilapidated castles

silently pleading for protection

from threatening thunderheads above.


Wooden slats half-heartedly stave off

pittery-pattery uncertainty

          as clouds growl,

                pour out frustration,

                         and leave in a huff.


After, sllivvery sunlight pays homage to the past.

Wrens fill the silence with songs of  praise

for the battle-scarred keeper who guards

South’s once proud king.


The king watches in contempt as,

Mere miles away,

the Future races West

to conduct Big City Business

or East

to worship at the pedicured feet

of the great Daniel Boone.


Here, though, time crawls,


        Refusing to walk,


           preferring the Present,


                content just to be…


                                            In the now…


                                                                 Forever and ever,




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