Too young to be wise within
the great old barn Homer built
to hold dry-land hay before the bales—
pulleys and rail, tall mangers either side
for teams of horseflesh, wooden floor
tourist cameras never see.
From the rafters of rough-cut fir
the world is small, the only light
leaks under eaves.
Cost too great to restore my dreams
of slower days and longer nights,
I wonder—wherein wisdom reigns.
drycrikjournal 
Wonderful lines: “the world is small, the only light / leaks under eaves” . . . Like the owl, our wisdom is just a figment of the imagination . . .
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The beauty of barn owls reflected in poignant words.
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I realy like this one!
Silly as it may sound, you have brought forth an image that few of us have ever seen…a barn owl in a barn.
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