Under the Dust

Moultrie, GA

Under the Dust

We rode through the field
To get to the old barn—
A stack of antique windows
Would soon be ours!
The smile on Pa’s face
Gave us consent to feel free
To take a few pieces of the past
From his tobacco farm

We cautiously climbed over
Unsteady wood—piled high
Evading rusty nails and idle tools
To gather our handsome treasures 
 
A crack of thunder made us rush
To load up the truck 
We closed the barn doors and drove off
Leaving behind—
Just one more memory
To settle under the dust

Inside


Z

 

 

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