Old barn,Ghost of your former self,Skeleton open to windsThat sweep the prairieOnce someone trusted your sturdy wallsSought shelter from rain and stormKept tools, hay, animals inside Your generous belly.Old barn,Piece of prairie story,Bones and sinew of yesteryearWhen, why did they go away Leave you to the weatherLeave you to rot and rustWinter and summer totteringTo the waiting... Continue Reading →

      Where grass and sky dance       Wind slips through barbed wire fences                     Whistles through creaking barn walls          Whips thistles dry and sends them flying         Waits in the afternoon heat         Wanders through the evening's cool ... Continue Reading →

Doves of steel canNever fly around the globeThe earth and skyNor will I ever hear one singLife is such a fragile thing.The loveliest thing A man can make,Can sculpt or paint, designOnly faintly imitatesThe wonders that my God creates.