The old barn stood silhouetted against a steel grey sky; rain battering on its red corrugated roof. It was the biggest structure on the farm; built tall to accommodate towering stacks of hay which is why I always knew it as the hay barn.
By Kara Fleur3 years ago in Families
Sitting Is it possible that you were here today? When I was alone in my sitting room you came into my mind. I thought you were here with me; I was suddenly aware of your presence.
By Kara Fleur3 years ago in Poets
The primrose reminds me of my Grandad. When I see it growing there along the edge of the path through the woods, Small clusters of yellow, soft like a pale butter.