An old barn,
devoid of paint, doors askew.
The weight of many winters heavy on it’s timbers.
Home to pigeons and mice.
These barns dot our landscape, slowly caving
to wind and storm.
A visual reminder to our past, this country’s past.
Rural communities that fed a nation.
Today the venerable barn has been replaced,
relegated to history.
A nostalgic time of our youth.
Our world has changed, mega farms replacing.....
What cost? Is our existence more fragile?
So many relying on so few.
One disaster away from empty shelves.
A nation separated from the farm,
unable to feed themselves, unable to know how.
An entitled population of fools grabbing for
a roll of toilet paper.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Diabolical Dealing
Charlene Lind found herself at the home of her therapist, Dr. Alexandra Vech, who she had been seeing for a week. What was supposed to be a session ended up becoming a desperate plea of help from Charlene as she was suddenly losing consciousness. She was cognizant enough to know that she had only a minute left until she would be out like a light.
By Clyde E. Dawkins7 days ago in Fiction
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