memories up in smoke


Out-dated landmark peeling red paint, 

the wooden corn crib burned down late 

on monday morn after holding ripe ears of 

harvested gold, countless kernels of many

hard-working years. Could say it was arson

by the farmer and his son who poured on 

gas until the flaming roof fell in at last and the

surrounding snow dissolved into nostalgic tears.




I welcome your comments!

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: