Barns

BARNS

By Sharon Brunner

Youth frolicking on bundles of hay,

Horses greeting the day with a neigh,

Cows chomping on their cuds,

Portly pigs play in the mud. 

Honeycombs built by bees,

Dogs receiving shade from trees,

Cats stalking small mice,

Older men tossing dice. 

A lazy hot summer day,

Horse and cow tails sway,

Mosquitoes buzzing searching,

Old tractor tiredly lurching. 

Aroma of baked pies,

Washing scents of lye,

Crops reaching for the heavens,

Dough preparing to leaven. 

Fat hens waddling,

Young mothers swaddling,

Enjoying soft warm rain,

Swaying rooster weather vane. 

Linens streaked with drops,

Mother Nature feeds the crops,

Large black crows cawing,

Men with logs sawing. 

Barns standing tall and proud,

Bells ringing sound and loud,

Breakfast, lunch or dinner,

Apple dumplings are the winner. 

Tired bones weary,

Laughing eyes teary,

Rumbling bellies need to eat,

Many hours before sleep,

Many hours before sleep.