Archive for the ‘Skeletons’ Category
Last Friday afternoon I decided to go for a ride around the countryside and remembered to take along my camera just in case I found something that . . . well . . . I liked. And what I liked the most, at least on this day, were old barns and farm houses in a state of disrepair, and I wasn’t disappointed. Here is one old barn that has definitely seen better days.



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Oops can take many forms. We’re going to skip the embarrassing ones for now. Enjoy these.
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You’re welcome to visit my Barns! Barns! Barns! photostream in flickr where you can register for free and upload your own photos of old barns, farm houses and other related items. There are currently 305 members and 1,773 photographs. If you like barns, you’ll love this!




Ghosts of Children
Wherewith hath come
The screeching wind
That withered frame
And emptied rooms,
That sent mice racing
To their holes,
While ghosts of children
Play in the grass?
Oh, the times they change
But life moves on,
Yet their skeletons
Stay behind
With stark remains
Of joy and pain
While ghosts of children
Play in the grass.
Cris Coleman
August 15, 2015
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The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i’ the air; strange screams of death,
And prophesying with accents terrible
Of dire combustion and confused events
New hatch’d to the woeful time: the obscure bird
Clamour’d the livelong night: some say, the earth
Was feverous and did shake.
(Macbeth, 2.3)