Along A Tattered Fence
In the distance a barn stands weathered-gray.|
Like a pendulum, it begins to sway.
Prairie winds blow long and hard,
Scattering seeds about the yard.
Wildflowers grow tall and dense,
Out along a tattered fence.
Their petals blow ragged and free.
Like frayed antique embroidery.
This prairie portrait warms my heart.
A place where my first memories start.
This lovely scene from yesterdays
Lives only in my heart today.
White pickets perfectly erect,
Could never have the same effect.
As that tattered fence of long ago
Where lovely ragged wildflowers grow.
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