Thursday, February 10, 2011
I Love My Barn
All my life I have wanted a barn like this.
A barn with a loft.
When I was 5
I would have broken my arm in this barn.
I just know it.
When I was 7
I would have played cowboys and Indians
and horses and farmer.
When I was 9
I would have been a veterinarian
and nursed broken-winged birds back to health.
I would have been a pet store owner
and fed bread to the mice.
When I was 11
I would have had sleepovers in the loft
and we would have told ghost stories
and giggled by the light of the moon.
When I was 13
I would think about having my first kiss in this barn.
I would have dreamt the day away.
When I was 15
I would write
and I would be kissed
and I would write about that too.
When I was 16
I would cry here
and toss my broken heart as far as I could see
and cry some more
and maybe start smoking cigarettes
in this barn.
When I was 17
I would have no use for a silly barn.
When I was 30
I would begin my long journey
back to the barn.
So that my daughters
could have what I only just dreamed of.
But they say the loft is "scary".
The loft is not scary.
Having your face fall off
and no one around to put it back on
Stay warm fellow barnhearts : 0 )
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