 PC: Bridey Nolan For over 50 years it stood, that old red barn at the end of Lincoln Hill. The focal point of the neighborhood, oh how I wish it were still. Built around one family’s legacy, The Nolan family farm, a beautiful sight to see. A picture of country charm, that held many a memory for the family that loved that old red barn. Sides of red in fields of green, weathered and aged, the prettiest monument you’ve ever seen. Used as a landmark to guide others, it gave a warm greeting to all who passed. One like it, there will never be another, my how we all thought it would last. That fateful night in February, tragedy struck and the old barn fell. The lone silo stood solitary, of smoke and ash the air did smell. Friends and neighbors helping out, the Crick came together, and showed what community was all about. Now the old barn is no longer there, no more greeting passersby. At the emptiness you can’t help but stare, all that’s left is a vacant spot and the open sky. But make no mistake, the old barn lives on, in the stories shared for old time’s sake, forging an unbreakable bond. 50 years from now, people will still talk about the farm, about the building that housed many a cow, about the monument that once was full of charm. Yes, we’ll still remember the Old Red Barn. ~Liz Austin 2018
 PC: Bridey Nolan
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 A free flowing poem/ditty. Chickadee, Chickadee, why sing so gleefully? Chickadee-dee-dee, chickadee-dee-dee What do you see, what do you see? As you sit chirping in the tall tree, Singing “chickadee-dee-dee, chickadee-dee-dee” Perched in the apple blossomed tree, Singing a song for spring filled with glee. Your black cap and bib glistening in the sun, Watching you feed upside down is a lot of fun. Chickadee. Chickadee, why sing so gleefully? Chickadee-dee-dee, chickadee-dee-dee What do you see, what do you see, High up in that tree? I hear you chickadees talking back and forth, Calling to one another: “tseet, tseet.” I wonder what you are saying, Are you deciding where to meet? Are you singing a song of praise, for the beauty of the day? or just a playful ditty, that’s sweet and pretty? Chickadee, chickadee, why sing so gleefully? Chickadee-dee-dee, chickadee-dee-dee What do you see, what do you see, High up in that tree? I know that you see a loved one when you call “feebee, feebee”, and I wish that you were singing directly to me. The more dee dee dee’s that I hear, I know that it is danger that you fear. But there’s no need to fear my little chickadees, For you have a fierce protector in me. Chickadee, chickadee, keep singing gleefully. Chickadee-dee-dee, chickadee-dee-dee Come play with me, come play with me, Down from that tree, And sing a song just for me. ~Liz Austin 2018  |
AuthorBorn and raised in Upstate NY, Liz is a freelance writer. She has written for websites, blogs, and magazines for the last 10 years. She works as a freelance writer and editor, as well as a proofreader and beta reader for several authors, all the while working on her first book. Archives
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