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Lonely Barn

August 27, 2014
By Anonymous

A lonely barn

Sits in a field

I see it

Through the train window

 

The sky is gray

Draped in clouds

Like a blanket

Over the sky

 

A lonely barn

Bright red

Nestled in the field

In the middle of nowhere

 

Raindrops spatter the window

The train’s whistle blasts

And we squeal to a halt

Right next to the green field

Where in the center lies

That lonely little barn

 

A lonely barn

No house

No road

Just me and that lonely barn.


The author's comments:

This poem was inspired on a train ride to North Dakota. I woke up to a rainy morning and the train had stopped in the middle of nowhere, beside an empty field with a red barn sitting in it.


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