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by Amber Song Jun 8, 2006 category : Life, society / meaning of life
~WEATHERED BARN SPEAKS~ Old wood, Warped & weathered, Your eyes do look, Your silence does speak. Long-time journeys Have brought you here, Have sought you here. Time has fashioned you And weathering storms Have formed your planks. Your story is as Ageless as the sea, And strong as the Redwoods. Fairness & justice Have screamed at you, Calling you on, stronger still. Arms have sought to Hold you, caress you, To draw out your harrowing story. Tears, not yours, Have fallen on you Fashioned you, changed you. Sun has parched you, Yet made you strong, As age graced your brow. Children played at your feet, And within you, Silent winds whispered Your story of the ages. Now, those crippled, with cane, Pass by you, & stop & stare, While your story Tells them theirs. Grow stiller, please, And far more silent. Your story speaks too loud, Becomes an echo... Reverberating through Woods, Grass, Sky. Animals scurry at Your wizened feet. And the mysteries of the ages Do sing their song Through you. ©2006~Poetry by Amber {~Swan Song~11}