72 Leaning Barn - Wednesday, March 12th, 2008
There’s something so incredibly sad about a home or even a shed or out-building in disrepair.
This building is at the corner of Stony Hill and Langhorne Yardley Road. It appears to be leaning to one side as if it were just about ready to lie down.
Here’s a poem I jotted down as I thought about some of these leaning, aging structures I’m finding around Yardley.
When your days gone by outnumber days yet to be
and you reach for the ground from the strain
When your face shows its age
and your frame feels the pain
and your roof will no more shed the rain
When you lean as you stand
with your lines now askew
and you no longer know what you thought that you knew
Find peace in the winds
that you blocked as they blew
all the days you withstood
skies of grey, skies of blue.




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