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The Old Barn

April 9, 2014
By Lacy Myers BRONZE, Claremore, Oklahoma
Lacy Myers BRONZE, Claremore, Oklahoma
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Worn out wood, holes in the ceiling
No door, no space
Memories in my mind leaves me dreaming
Memories made, never replaced

Each crack is an experience
Sweat still drips down the walls
Rotting wood gives me a sense
The past is trying to call

Sweet leather lies on the desk
My fathers working place
After work he would go to the barn and rest
Painted on the wall, the memory of his face



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