Dec 2012
I love abandoned barns and dilapidated fences
Long forgotten, some seek to call them useless
I love them still, the care taken when first built
Years of mirth and much use put forth within their vibrant beings
Alas, yes abandoned but they still seem useful to me
The years may have worn them down, appearing to be ugly
But I would still play within the walls of ye old barn
I would still caress you tattered fence, knowing you protect my land
You still hold value in my eyes, even when you appear eroded
Long forgotten, some seek to call them useless
I love them still, the care taken when first built
Years of mirth and much use put forth within their vibrant beings
Alas, yes abandoned but they still seem useful to me
The years may have worn them down, appearing to be ugly
But I would still play within the walls of ye old barn
I would still caress you tattered fence, knowing you protect my land
You still hold value in my eyes, even when you appear eroded
This thought came to mind when my neighbor said she hated her neighbors fence and wanted a white one. I told her I love the old dilapidated wood. That is was beautiful. It came back when I saw an old abandoned barn. I take these words to state I feel this for these objects but I tried to write it as applicable to a person as well.
