(New England Barn in my Memory; graphite on paper scketch 1997 by Kathie)Through the doorway
of the old red barn
a memory lingers
in the fragrant bales
stacked to the ceiling,
while below in their
stanchions
the pungent odor of
milk and manure
rises from
black and white
cud-chewing contentment
on the hoof.
~Kathiesbirds (June 30, 2008)
