Thursday, December 3, 2009

Poem: of Broken Barns

Of Broken Barns

You enter the clearing and see the small barn,
it's slate roof sagging,
it's walls twisted,
each window gazing in different directions,
a building so twisted,

so worn with age
and battered by the cold New England winds,
so broken by time's cruelty,
that it has no right to stand, and yet

it does, shelter still
from rain and snow,
it's black potbelly stove holds fire
and heat, like love,

always fueled from within,
a warmth belied
by the broken exterior
that is all you see,

unless you look past peeled paint,
beyond the half rotted clapboard,
past all appearances,
and in.


This wonderful little barn, all warped and sagging, is one of my favorite buildings in Dorset, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.



willow said...

This Dorset barn is abolutely delightful. It's so poem worthy.

(I had to come over to see what "borken barns" was all about, teehee)

Shadow said...

yeah, appearances can be deceiving...

Derrick said...

Hi Tom,

Lovely photo and very appropiate words to match.

FireLight said...

"broken by time's cruelty"....
"poteblly stove still holds love"
Now here is a truly heartwarming poem....
Thank you, Tom.

Tom Atkins said...

Willow - I am the world's WORST speller. In my workaday life I have people who are good at it saving me from myself. In my real life as a poet, I have readers like you! Thanks!

Firelight, Age wears. Love never does. What can I say.

Shadow, they can be, but aren't always. Our challenge is life is knowing which is which.

Derrick, thank you.

Tom said...

I love old barns, did as a child, do as an adult. That slate roof is amazing.